It’s almost Friday, which means Guyday here–and I have some goodies set aside for all of you Guy lovers to enjoy tomorrow. He’s already extending an invitation to you all:
It’s been kind of an odd week here chez fedoralady. Weather-wise, it’s been glorious–highs in the low 80s with clear skies and relatively low humidity, dropping off into the low 60s, even into the 50s, at night; balmy weather allowing us to take a break from running the A/C. It’s warming back up–as I have said, summer can arrive early and stick around late here in LA–but I’ve enjoyed this taste of autumn with nights cool enough to snuggle beneath the covers.
However, as expected, it’s been taking a toll on my sinuses/allergies. I have woken up completely stopped up on one side of my head, off and on coughing and sneezing, and weepy, itchy, gloopy eyes. Remember I said I had a love/hate relationship with the seasonal changes in spring and fall? This is why. So I am a bit more tired than usual this week and energy is always a precious commodity for me.
This week also marked the 1,000th post on my blog. I have appreciated all the lovely, sweet, funny comments left at that post so very much. I think they came at a time I really needed them. A few days ago I had the one-year anniversary of losing my job. I just had to file a claim for a new benefit year with the unemployment office. I don’t know what the future holds for me in terms of employment. In twelve days I will turn another year older.
Let’s say I have bittersweet feelings right now.
Poor Benny had an awful dream night before last “and the worst night’s sleep I have had in a while.” He dreamed we were living in a different house and had a bunch of calico kittens. Only they kept falling through a hole in the floor of this house and rattlesnakes were killing the kitties. He was trying desperately to save them but to no avail. My husband is a strong man who’s not afraid to be gentle and I could tell this hurt his heart.
Of course, we have a good idea why he had such a dream–we’ve had all these rattlers this summer, we have lost two of our four cats in a span of six months, and we are a bit anxious about the health of our remaining cats, one of whom is our beloved calico Callie. We were talking about a small donation we’d made to help combat feline cancer, which took the life of his brother’s own lovely Callie Cat–and we both ended up with tears in our eyes. And then we laughed through our tears, because we are a pair of sentimental saps, and we love each other for it.
He’s such a good, good man. I am quite fond of good men with humor and heart and intelligence and a naughty side.
Both of these men have an amazing capacity to cheer me up when I am down and make me laugh when no one and nothing else can. I am very blessed, whatever the future may hold.