Let's see. Serge took the day off yesterday which was a lovely thing. I feel far less guilty about blobbing around the house when he's home doing it too. I spent hours and hours working on my itunes, ripping more compact discs and making playlists. I had knitted four more rows on the socks when Em called to chat, fascinating conversation, little of which I'm allowed to reveal. Twas juicy, it was. She did help me identify a terrible trait I've had lately called "negative forecasting". I was telling her that I was pretty sure I'm crazy because I found myself visualizing standing in front of the rental board trying to evict the new tenants for non-payment of rent while they pleaded for more time with their infant. Somehow, my brain had taken me down some "what if" road to the point where I was visualizing that. The tenants don't even move in until March, and here I am disastrificating it. Anyway, now I have a label for it and I'll be on the lookout for it. Em said to treat that voice like a cranky old relative, an aunt with Alzheimer's for example, and shush it with love. I'm going to try that too.
I'd love to chat more but there is an urgent need to evacuate a certain portion of my body. (See how delicate I can be?) Have a lovely day everyone.