Wow -- amazing what a little bit of hope does!
Since coming home from the doctor I have been giddy and cheerful. My head is still filled with the residual of the crying fit I had, but my mood has improved a lot. The whole sociability thing has improved: chatted with Storm online, chatted cheerfully with the electrician who installed my ceiling lamp, was happy to get a call from a friend wanting to hang out, exchanged banter with the pizza parlor worker downstairs. Also got my head into the positive mode, with my brain hatching plans with a real "can do" / "it'll be easy" attitude, as opposed to the pessimistic paralysis I've been stuck in lately, where everything seems out of reach. I also translated the Grissecon program with ease and copied some Art Deco architectural motifs into a notebook with a fair amount of accuracy. It's like I suddenly CAN DO THIS.
Yay. I'm going to the drug store now to pick up my prescription. Then I'm going to use this energy and do stuff!
So tonight I was sweeping the floors and thought of all of you out there who have cats and dogs and have to deal with the hair. I don't envy you, but do you know what I have to deal with on my floor?
guinea pig fur
dried bird poop
The stupid seed hulls are the worst -- lighter than air and close to the color of the floor, thus hard to see. The fluffy white down I can at least see, even if I have to chase it around with my Dirt Devil before catching it.
I least my pets don't slobber, pop hairballs, chew/scratch up furniture or puke on the carpet!