When I got to work this morning, I sat for a minute in the quiet car with rain hitting the roof. I fantasized about how nice it would be not to go to work. I’m sure everyone does that from time to time. I rarely have quiet time. I have to savor it when I can.
This afternoon, I have a doctor’s appointment. I despise going to the doctor. I hate the dentist more, but doctors are a close second. Unless I’ve lost twenty pounds and every blood test comes back with passing grades, I’ll get the disapproving look and the guilt trip. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just refill my prescriptions so I can get on with things for another 3-6 months. I know what I should be doing. I know what I’m not doing. I also know I stress-eat, and no amount of salad will fill the chocolate hole. With any luck, I’ll be out of there in fifteen minutes. Luckily, I don’t normally have to wait very long for the doctor to come in. Lion’s doctors tend to take over an hour just to get him in the room.
It is, once again, the weekend. I’m not falling for it again. I make all sorts of plans. I’ll get this done or that done. Come Sunday night, I’m still staring at a long list of things I didn’t do. I’m not promising a thing. Lion wonders why I set my expectations so low. Weekends are a prime example. If I expect things, I am disappointed. This weekend, the only plan I have is to lounge around and do nothing. And that might actually get done.
I know Lion is looking for love. He’s looking for his version of play. I’m not promising a thing. If it happens, it happens. I’m tired of being the lioness that cried wolf. It’s not fair to Lion. He doesn’t deserve to get his hopes up only to have them dashed. Nope. Lounging and loafing. Anything else is cake.
We’ve had a lot of rain over the past few days. The rivers are very high, and there’s low-level flooding. It’s been dreary and yucky. My sinuses have been plugged for over a week. Is it any wonder I don’t want to do anything this weekend?