You think I'm crazy... but that's what I was thinking as I went to sleep... if I ever got a new kitten, I would name him or her Elbow. I thought it was the perfect name because it's unusual and totally not gender-specific. haha
Went for a massage last night. I had a gift card for an hour session that I got for Christmas. Because of some confusion with the scheduling, they gave me a 90 minute massage session at no extra charge. Sweet.
Before the massage, I treated myself to Greek and Lebanese food. Chicken Shwarma... mmmm... mighta spelled that incorrectly but you know the dish. If you don't, you need to try it.
Got home, fell asleep on the couch watching Comedy Central and went to the bedroom finally around 2:30 a.m. I could not get back to sleep until 4:30... and then Mr. Rocco decided it was up-and-at-'em time around 6:30 this morning. I finally got up around 7. I told him I was going to cook Rocco Shwarma and serve him with hummus and rice. He was not impressed.
Stayed up awhile, talked to Carrie on the phone, fuddlemucked around and finally fell back asleep... don't know exactly what time that happened... but it was a good and restful sleep. My computer was in the living room... maybe Rocco thought to Google "Shwarma" and, upon learning its definition, thought it best he let me sleep a few hours, heh...
Crazy dreams in the interim... toward the end of my sleep, I dreamed my sister wanted to buy a small house in Texas. There was some sort of urgency going on with my family... some sort of crisis atmosphere... anyway she would not tell me WHY she wanted to buy in Texas or who she was planning to bring there with her... possibly my brother and his kids?? So I agreed to help her look and stumbled upon a title company I used to work for. We went in there to see if they knew of any small homes for sale... my sister would not give any details of what she wanted... number of rooms, size of the carport, nothing at all... she was just like, "I don't care. I don't CARE! I just want a house."
Leaving the title company, I saw a sign hanging in the hallway that said, "This month's special: 4 closings in 8 hours!"
I asked the escrow officer, "Are you serious? You're only going to do 4 closings a day??" She said that was true. I was amazed, and said, "I almost want to come back and work here again if that's all you're going to insist on!" (We used to do 12+ closings a day, especially at month-end... one closer, two escrow assistants... it was crazy, and I was living with psycho bipolar then-gf who would get very angry at me when I had to work late... so pressure from both sides... it sucked, let's just say...) 4 a day sounded like heaven. I could have actually gotten all my work done under those conditions... correctly, and completely... with no carryover to the next day. Wouldn't that have been nice.
If the housing market ever picks back up, I might consider going back into escrow. There's money to be made there, but it is stressful work. Or course, money and stress seem to be inseparable in the American work world... you can have an easy job... or you can make money.
I miss Carrie. She told me yesterday there was a hangup discovered in the insurance money she's waiting on and that it will be more than two weeks now, at least, before she has the funds in-hand and is able to come home. I'm coping. Every now and then I break down and cry... usually during a phone conversation with her... but I'm not acting; I literally cannot help crying. I know she doesn't want to be up there any longer than she has to, but there's just such a feeling of unfairness I'm getting about all this. In the most simplistic thinking, it boils down to: "She loves me... then why is she not HERE??" But she can't help it any more than I can.
For awhile I was stressed over caring for all the pets, but that's no longer an issue. The pets and I have homogenized into one lil family, now that I have dethroned Rocco as the self-appointed Alpha of the group. All is well in our home... minus one hugely important factor. I'm scared we will grow apart. This is such a long, long separation. I do know that I tend to stress too much and I need to stop. What I think over and over is what will become truth to me, so I'm learning. I need to think positively and not let my mind get off into drama-land.
Money is always an issue... plus I took off a good bit this past week. My goal for next week is a full 40 hours, no ifs ands or buts. I am captaining this ship, as it stands, and I need to stand up and be a good leader.
I also need more time with human friends. This blog has also been very cathartic for me. Anyone wanna come visit for a weekend? I have a sofa... actually I have a large, very comfortable air mattress... company would be welcomed and we would go out and find so many fun things to do. It's a standing invitation.
UNTIL Carrie returns... then neither of us will be seen for at least 4 or 5 consecutive days and nights, hehehe.... though you might HEAR a few things... *GRIN* OHHHH I miss my baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm off to find something interesting to do on this very hot Saturday. There has to be something. Maybe I'll take Luna over to the new dog park at BR city park. Maybe I'll go over there without her first and see what's on display in the art gallery... inspiration is good for the soul.
Cha cha cha! Bonjour et au revois! Hola y hasta esta noche. Auf Wiedersehen, meine Freunde.
