Sistah Pat

It’s so hard! Climbing out of the bed, all snuggly and comfy and coming out here to some kind of wicked hot/cold atmosphere. How can it be chilly and yet so stuffy? The furnace is cranking out that hot, dry air and it feels awful. This miserable feeling may be due (at least partially) to the fact that I took a Tylenol PM last night.

Yesterday was okay. Not perfect because I didn’t exercise and my eating was erratic. Yogurt for breakfast, green salad for lunch. Then I had to stay after for work, bring the boys home, and run back out for a haircut. Didn’t get home until six, fixed dinner, and then it was almost 7:00 and I just became a couch potato until 10:00. I felt tired and icky so I didn’t eat any dinner except some pork tenderloin and a slice of lemon cake and that made me sick. Don’t think much of that stayed down. Gotta do better today.

6:00 am - Had to get Andrew up early because he left me a note that he needed help with some of his homework. Helped him out and then headed for a shower and shampoo. I was surprised to discover that I don’t have any hair. I forgot that I got it all cut off yesterday. I got tired of waiting for DIL’s perm disaster to grow out so I told them to cut off all the damaged hair. What’s left is barely two inches. My bangs are probably longer than anything else. Surprisingly, I came home and DH said, “Your hair looks cute.” A couple of hours later, DS said the same thing so I don’t guess it’s too bad. I don’t know that I’d say it’s “cute” but I did kind of scrunch it and spike it and it’s definitely different. I need to get some color today. My natural color (peppered with little strands of gray) is about all that’s left.  Maybe if I wear BIG hoopy earrings no one will notice.

  Okay, I’ll try to get it in here but Sharon can’t take a picture to save her life.  Would you believe this is the 4th try and it’s STILL dark, fuzzy, and you can’t see my hair.  (sigh)  I’ll keep trying.

5:30 - Sharon finally came up with this one.  It’s not any better than the other but at least it’s closer.  Still…you can’t see my hair (or lack of)!  Anyway, I guess this is the best I’m gonna get.  Doesn’t seem to be any photographers around here.

I feel guilty…read all the comments and get well wishes but I’m not sick.  Just lazy.  I DID NOT want to crawl out of bed this morning.  The floors were cold but the furnace was blowing hot, dry air.  I hate that feeling. Being hot and stuffy but chilly at the same time.  You know the feeling…kind of the reverse of when you get chilled with a sunburn.

I’m going to try to catch up with some blogs for a few minutes before I have to fix dinner.  Thanks, Joy, for the compliment!