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April 3, 2012

Last week

I had high hopes for last week, getting things done and whatnot, since I was finally feeling a bit less fatigued (just a baby bit, but still).  But a couple of curveballs came my way, and I once again felt like I was “(still not) getting things done” (but Neal has all but forbidden me to write anymore posts with that title or any variation thereof . . . I was headed straight for “(definitely still not) getting things done” and “(absolutely, positively still not) getting things done” so consider yourselves lucky that Neal intervened).

One of the more enjoyable curveballs (that I threw myself) was getting totally sucked in to a new blog.  Generally, I don’t read blogs written by people I don’t know.  Other than the 2009 Reality Steve debacle and a few personal finance blogs, I mostly consider blog-reading as a kind of relationship maintenance.  So even though I’ll follow facebook links and occasionally link-hop from friends’ blogs, I usually stick to people I know.  Until Friday . . . when I link-hopped to A Blog about Love.  I’m not entirely sure why I got sucked in by this blog and not so many others I’ve hopped around to over the years, but I spent more than a few hours reading their entire Love Story — which, spoiler alert, involved getting set up via email after both had been left by their previous spouses.  I got so sucked in by their email exchanges that when Neal came home to swap the car about 15 minutes before I had a meeting, I was still in bed in my bathrobe.  But it was a fun escape, so good for me!  And good for Mara and Danny Kofoed, whoever they are.  I even took the unlikely step of adding them to my Google Reader; I’m too invested to not find out how their first in-person meeting went!

The other curveballs I’m going to skim over because they’re not nearly as fun as Mara and Danny.  But one involved potentially losing all my hours of work on our taxes (computer problems), which led to one of the poutier hours of my entire adult life.  I’m not proud of that fact, but I think it was good to realize how at-the-end-of-my-rope I have been over the last few weeks since I couldn’t face potential data loss with anything resembling equanimity.  After a million silent prayers and a tender mercy or two, a kind neighbor helped me recover my data and thankfully, I got the taxes signed, sealed, and delivered this weekend.

And now we’re in Bakersfield.  Neal and my parents are helping Chris and Marisha put in a backyard, while I ostensibly watch the three little girls (which yesterday involved me falling asleep on the floor and awakening to find that I had lost little Evie).  I just can’t seem to kick this chronic fatigue/fibromyalgia flare-up despite rest, sleep, duty-shirking, etc.  But if anything can help, it should be three kid-free days at the Sanctuary Beach Resort.  Happy 5th anniversary to me and my Neal!



  1. I don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or what but that first paragraph made me laugh and laugh. And thx for the blog shout out; I will totally check them out. A good blog that takes up hours of reading is one of my favorite guilty pleasures 🙂

    Comment by kei02003 — April 4, 2012 @ 2:14 am

  2. I hope your relaxation helps out! Congrats on 5 years! I can’t believe how quickly time flies!! Soon our baby girls are gonna be five and going off to kindergarten… then we will officially be “old” jk. Enjoy your break!! 🙂

    Comment by Rachel — April 4, 2012 @ 3:37 am

  3. “Ostensibly” watching kids? tsk tsk. Actually that part made me laugh out loud. Well done.

    Also, well done on being married for 5 years! I hope you have a wonderful time relaxing/recovering/romancing. Love you.

    Comment by Jen — April 4, 2012 @ 4:01 am

  4. Congrats on five years!!! I’m so glad you’re giving yourself a little break. And I totally relate to the whole still-in-my-bath-robe thing. Sometimes you just need those kind of mornings.

    Comment by Anna Peterson — April 4, 2012 @ 4:26 am

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