I’ve been going outside. This is probably more amazing than most people realize, ha ha. I ate outside last night, I went outside of my own free will when my husband and daughter were playing outside, and then again when lilbit needed some park-based playtime. I take it as a pretty clear sign that my depression is lifting at least a little bit (though allergens still gave me a headache – d’oh).
Past that, I am glad that there’s a decent-seeming balance of excitement for my forthcoming trip, with not feeling totally overwhelmed by my mother’s enthusiasm. I’m glad she’s happy, I’m glad she has ideas, and for the most part, they’re good. I’m sure it’s also her way to try and nab as much of my calendar before I can let other people in, but I can’t hold that against her as long as she’s not drinking, I figure. And I’ve made it clear repeatedly that I will not go places where drinking is happening because I don’t want to be around sloshed people. Someone having -a- drink socially is one thing, and why I can get on fine at Stitch ‘n Bitch. Texans on the whole are a special breed of alcoholics and my family is above the curve (but I’m sure they think this makes them ‘fun’. Or something), so I have no qualms edicting against it. I fully intend to put my and my family’s health above the desires others might have upon us, yo.
Anyways, back to fighting with my glasses (will be back in town this week to get them re-readjusted), and simming. ‘Cause that’s good times.
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