Better mood today

There is a tiny, pink, almost translucent baby gecko in my kitchen sink. It is half hidden under the rim of a dirty plate. I'm careful not to wash it down into the garbage disposal.

The dog's infected face is clearing up. Braunschweiger is an excellent delivery system for antibiotic capsules.

I think my retirement distress is centered around my ambivalence about leaving the US to live in Europe. I'm dragging my feet, not getting the small things done (reducing my load of possessions, doing the reading for my yoga teacher certification) that must be done before I move anywhere. I'm going to Ireland and France in November, but I haven't bought the tickets yet. I did finally send money to hold my place for a 2-week intensive study of French language in Bourgogne. That's like throwing my shoes across the river to make sure I'll really brave the swim. Expensive shoes.

I'm dragging my feet disposing of the mountains of mostly useless crap from my office at school. Papers for shredding, papers for recycling, and trash; books and things to put on the giveaway table for students, books and things to give (or give back) to the biology department, books and things for me to take home and keep. All this sorting is tiresome. Plus, I keep filling containers that don't get emptied until somebody calls somebody. Mainly it's just so boring.

Trying to get into shape, I sometimes exercise so hard I have to heal (loaf) for three days before I can do it again. Less, but every day would be better. My hip and knee joints, thigh muscles, and pelvis-to-thigh muscles keep me awake nights with their complaining. Last night I broke down and took ibuprofen. I'm reluctant to drug my pains.

Hey, I got through menopause, surely I'll get through this!