Eighteen

This morning looks like this:

I could give the info on which coffee it is, but I’m too lazy to go look in the Keurig to see.

Probably this, with some heavy cream.

I’m not really seeing anything on the Cabin Fever page as a challenge for today, so I’m struggling to find something to write about.

Flashback to a decade ago:

04/19/2010 – 4/19/2010

This weekend was pretty good. My fiancee is so wonderful; words just can’t describe how much she has helped me, or what I know she will do. It’s such a difference….amazing how far the both of us have come in the almost four years we’ve been together. She did read the “spoon theory” of MS…made her cry. “Do you feel like this?” “Some days. I’m not really that bad, but it does kind of encapsulate the way I’ve felt the past few weeks, since I’ve been in this ‘episode.'”

Today, however, wasn’t as successful. While some of my symptoms have subsided, after a not-so-good night of sleep, balance and eyes were affected today. Numbness down below seems to be subsiding some. Work, of course, has been trying. I’m really not sure where to go with that — I feel under-appreciated, but what can I do? The local management have been pretty understanding, but I do wonder if I should be looking for something either less stressful, or better paying.

That said, my slot is safe through next July. Considering the job market these days, having a gig is a good thing.


This morning’s background discussion. They’re talking about getting distracted from meditation by social media.

That I’ve tried to delete as many things as possible connected to Facebook and Google has lifted many weights. As I’ve been cooped up, I’ve looked at Facebook more often, and I’ve found myself less disturbed about many things.

It makes me a worse cable news acolyte, certainly. That I don’t trust Chuck Todd, and get upset about things makes me dangerous.

Okay, then.