1 – Hey. Yeah. I disappeared last week. No recipe. No WIAW, no TOLT. < No explanation. Sorry about that. Tuesday rolled around, and I didn’t have a recipe to post. This super-weird work schedule has been totally throwing off my cooking-dinner-vibe. Once I missed Tuesday’s post I sort of just threw everything to the wind and said “screw it” for the rest of the week. Luckily, the world didn’t come tumbling down. Shew.
2 – The truth is, I haven’t been super duper cheery for the past few weeks. I’m working on it. But I’ve felt like I’m in a funk. Perhaps post-winter blues? I’m not sure. There are a lot of things I can contribute to it, but nothing terrible. Just life. < Just life with a bit of a history of depression/anxiety. It’ll be okay.
3 – It’ll especially be okay if we get to keep having warm weather, and I get to keep having run-days. Sunday I went on a nice long(ish) run. It was awesome to stretch my legs, and let my mind wander. Sometimes my soul craves the dark places that my mind goes on a long run. < Not depressive. Just true.
5 – I also started another pair. Which will be pair 5 of 2015, and pair 13 of my collection! I decided it was high time to use up some leftover sock yarn, so I’m making scrap socks! They’re a bit crazy, but they’re growing on me! I’m also noticing I tend towards the blue family of sock yarn colors! 6 – I guess I should talk about the cat? < Because that’s what I tend to talk about when I’m not sure what else to say about my life at the moment. (For real, though, things are fine. I’m just having a funk). Indy has been enjoying more open-window time. He’s decided to stretch out completely in the windowsill, which scared me to death at first, but Nathan assures me that he does it often. He will lay here for hours.
7 – Indy also decided this week to sit in my lap. < This may sounds like normal cat behavior, but not for him. He’s never been a lap cat. We have had him for 2.5 years, and he’s only sat in my lap one other time. Once. < And that was only for about 30 seconds. On Monday morning I sat down at the table to drink my smoothie, and he was whining at my feet. I picked him up, and he started squirming, so I figured he’d want down. Instead, he jumped into my lap. Curled up. And went to sleep. He stayed there for about 35 minutes! I didn’t want to disturb him, so I (of course) let my legs go completely asleep so he’d be able to nap in peace. I’m pretty sure I’d love having a lap cat. < But we’ll see if I eat those words 8 – Alright. I’m going to go crawl back in to my hole now. I promise I’m okay. I’ll be myself again, soon.
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