Well since I blocked IP addresses and referrer sites I’m no longer having panic attacks about the number of hits my blog is getting. Want to know something funny? The number has climbed. I just don’t know where it is coming from. I used to average 40-80 hits/day fairly consistently. That’s been true a long time–like, years.
Now over 200 hits a day is rather common. But I don’t have a trail directly from me to people mocking me.
I’m cool with this. I can live with lots of people coming around. Just don’t… directly leave a trail to being mean, ok? Then we can all live and let live and it’s all good.
I hired a contracting company. I scheduled gardening stuff. I did an hour of clean up/weeding yesterday and I felt so happy about how my yard is coming along. I really have created a magnificent experience in this tiny little yard.
Oh! I had the most exciting thing happen this morning!!!!
I woke up to this really strong mental picture. Of a giant drawer that is almost entirely empty, but rattling around on the bottom… there was one spoon!!!!!
I haven’t woken up to having a spoon in my drawer in a long time. I’ve been dealing with very painful deficit for a while here.
But this morning I woke up with a spoon. It isn’t enough for what I’m going to do today. I’m going into deficit already.
But I WOKE UP WITH A SPOON.
That means I’m generating more than I’m burning for the first time in a long time.
YESTERDAY WHEN I WENT TO SEE MY CHIROPRACTOR MY HANDS WEREN’T BURNING.
That hasn’t been true in months.
My tolerance for pot is way lower than it was. In the past two days I’ve been using 10%-20% of what I was using a week ago and I feel about as high as a kite. Which… is a little mixed. I haven’t been high in a long time.
I’m one of those highly functional heavy users most of the time. I lost a little of that. It’s a hilarious mixed bag.
It is going to be a truly exciting day. I have a different doctor appointment this morning. Then I get to do a little bit of gardening. Then a little bit of writing. Then I get to go to tile stores and ask for the leftovers from boxes. Then I get to have dinner with some of my former students. Some of the ones who build me up and make me feel like clearly I am an important person in their lives because they have made great effort to keep me present.
I am really hopeful about the possibility of today being a good day.