Thurelee Thursday...

well...it is. Still sick. Um...sick-ER actually. I don't know what is going on. Just trying to get through it. As an added bonus my spine is giving me more trouble than usual. Walking impairment is happening. YUCK!

Dad's house finally closed and they got a U-haul and son & nephew are helping move as I type. I guess they can see the beach from their house. Sounds awesome :) Normally I couldn't wait to see it but with all this yukkiness going on, I can. But as soon as I'm feeling better! Oh yeah, I'll be on my way ;)

I've just been trying to get though this rough patch. Concentrating on basics. Yesterday I didn't even get out of my pajamas and get dressed. My goal for today is to get washed up and wear day clothes. I'm still waiting for the stiffness to abate some and I'll start trying to get this show on the road. Ug.

Been dreaming of getting into the studio but haven't made it and thinking it might be a while until it actually happens since dressing was too much yesterday. I went back to bed around two and planned on resting on the bed and making some gift tags etc but next thing I knew it was almost 7 pm and well...been sleeping a LOT.

I don't want this blog to be a litany of the constant pain I'm in and the continual fight against nausea and illnesses. But...that said...the conditions I have, the illnesses I've been diagnosed with, that I ignored for as long as I could, longer than I ever should have...well, they are my life now...but I hate talking about them all the time, even though that's what my life and activity levels are dictated by. <Insert frustrated ineffectual anger and despair here>. I'm making my way as I make my way and some days it feels like I'm re-inventing the wheel and some days I'm trail blazing and some days...some days...I just can't physically do *anything* and even sleep is torture. My "good" season is coming up though. My time where I feel almost *normal* again. I'm looking forward to it. It starts right at the end of Spring and runs until about the first part of November. The worst part of the year for me is early Spring (RIGHT NOW OF COURSE) and I've just got to get through it. But oh the toll it takes to get through the other side...the bright side. I'm looking forward to it or I would never make it through the worst part. It's so close...

Well, on that note, I'm going to go wrestle with the coffee situation. The expensive coffee / expresso / steamed milk hoitytoitoi maker (it was a gift, it cost more than my effen computer) died almost two months ago and we've been using the not-so-expensive but still hoitytoitoi Bodum that my brother gave to my son. The Bodum (french press) was knocked off the counter last night and shattered into a gobazillion pieces

and the camping coffee pot (revere ware old school french press) was brought in but it was dusty so no one (I wasn't up to it) washed it. So...there will be no coffee until I wash it. I must go wash it. NOW.

 I needs mah coffeeeeee...I'm a caffeine zombie, instead of brains or flesh I need coffee. NEED COFFEE.

Ok, back later...