Monday Blues

It feels strange to title my post so seeing as I’m blessedly retired and all. But today has not been the greatest so far.

The early hours started well enough. I lay in bed and pulled out my Kindle to read an e-book started the other day. Well, the story’s entire first half ended up being the most depressing thing I’ve read in a long time.

I prefer not to share the title seeing as the second half may bring the main character some semblance of happiness. But right now, it’s not likely I’ll continue reading anytime soon. I got out of bed half nauseous, feeling sick in body and soul.

But duty called, so I put on my exercise/chore clothes and debated where to start. Of course, feeding fish was high on the list along with giving cat Tilly her thyroid pill. Taking care of my aquatic babies turned out to be another downer. One of my kuhli loaches died.

That shouldn’t happen. They live a long time and these guys aren’t that old. Rather than take time testing the water right away, I changed out three buckets worth just as soon as the cat took her medicine.

(let’s hope a pill doesn’t turn up on the floor as has happened a few times the last week)

Updating my aquarium notebook while lying across the bed, I am happy to say that our other feline Jezebel joined me. That made me feel a good deal better, even if she mainly wanted to lick the lotion off my hands. And didn’t that lead to itching!

(I’m ultimately still allergic to the little beasts)

Next I mowed the back lawn. Despite working mostly in shade and getting the task done early, I slogged along sweating like a horse until blinded with it. The shower afterward felt great, though, as I turned the tap cooler and cooler.

For some reason it brought back memories of my mother drying off my shivering little body, explaining how that would warm me up rather than just standing there as I tended to do. She had to tell me several times before my young brain wised up but never once rolled her eyes at me. Sharing it with SO brought us both smiles.

An hour or so later SO asked how much cash infusion my bank account required. Oh, boy. That’s always a fun topic. It’s not like I overspend or we argue, but when I gave a figure you would think I’d asked him to break into Fort Knox. ~sigh~ At least I can pay my Visa bill in full next week. We don’t like to run balances.

I asked if I should just close my account. “No,” I’m told yet again, “because it’s a security thing.”

“What kind of security does it provide me when the account has sixty dollars in it?”

Receiving no answer, I wasn’t surprised. For whatever reason the man injects angst into our rather nonexistent financial issues, it’s easier to just let him stare at his computer screen and pretend not to hear.

“Should I cancel my gym membership?” I asked his back minutes later, which I do every few months.

“Why?”

“Uh…” Duh. “Because it’s thirty-seven some dollars a month and I don’t go as often lately because I’m too tired after mowing the grass.”

“Does it keep you healthy?”

Well, of course, so that ended the discussion. But what’s a gal to do? A disappointed (disapproving?) look accompanied the check I needed to sign.

It’s not like I’ve been discouraged from buying a few clothing items or Palaye Royale merch here and there. Guess I better just put a kibosh on plans for any more.

One weird blessing is that this won’t be mentioned again (until I need more money, anyway) and we’re almost guaranteed to have a pleasant evening.. Meanwhile, here’s what came with my Alternative Press magazine.

Tacked to the Side of a Baker's Rack Turned DVD Shelving

God bless my husband, do you understand why I escape into writing romantic erotica?

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