Odd day.
Odd weekend.

Because of the Fourth, Jason had four days off from work.   We pretty much spent them in each other’s company.  Four days of 24 hours of me all the time.    Wow.   I feel sorry for him when I think about it.   I wouldn’t want to be alone with me for that long.

This is probably the longest we’ve been with each other outside of Gencon for… I don’t know when.    And, I kind of don’t count Gencon.  Sometimes, it just takes a whisper of my little sister for her presence to be fully felt.   —  I mean that in the most lovingly way possible.

As a backdrop, Florida provided some great hot and steamy weather.  It’s like 95ish but feels like 110.   Any little bit of rain just raised the humidity factor.  Since I’ve put on weight, I’ve lost a lot of my heat resistance.    Jason has always been lacking in that area, so we spent a lot of time between Tyrone and Country Side – mostly Tyrone.  Although we wished that the weather was more favorable for parks, I was okay in the malls.  It was exercise, somewhat, and I was with Jason.

I did my best to keep myself in a good mood.  I think Jason did as well, although there was something off.   For me, it was physically.   On the Fourth, I was fairly ill for most of the evening because, I think, of the Wawa salad I had for lunch.   I haven’t felt quite right since then.  I feel hunger, but food doesn’t seem appetizing.  Whatever I eat doesn’t taste good, except for Auntie Anne’s pretzels.  Yogurt – nope. Spaghetti – nope.  Apples – nope.   Just that stupidly highly carbed and toxic pretzel.  Everything else I consume makes my stomach feel various levels of quezy.

For the past four days, I’ve also had this fairly mind-numbing headache.  It begins upon waking or in the evening and is always in the same place.     I can feel tendrils of pain behind my left eye.  Following them down, the main monster is the base of my skull with strands of pain going down the back of my neck.    The first day this happened, the pain was nearly blinding.

Since aspirin doesn’t help, I’ve gotten to where I self-manage it better, but it still hurts.    It’s kind of concerning.    I have a lot of things wrong with me, but headaches have never been an issue.  Maybe a pinched nerve?  Hope not.

Jason hasn’t been feeling that well either.   I can probably chalk part of that up to the heat.  Another part could be because he had some time off from work.  It can be difficult to unwind, even a little, after being tightly wound for so long.  It can be difficult to know how to act or react.  It’s kind of like a cat on a hot tin roof situation.   He just isn’t sure what to do and I can relate.

Unfortunately, the only thing that’s been hot and steamy around here is the weather.

But…..  bbbbuuuuutttttt….   we did manage to buy some new pots, a wok, pans, glasses, and bed sheets.  That may not be huge for most people, but it’s huge for us.  They’ll replace things that are over fifteen years old.    The old pots are mostly burnt on the bottoms.   The sheets have a rough time attaching to the bed and there are only two or three glasses in the house.  All the others have broken or I shattered them in the freezer during my blackout periods.

So, much needed and welcome improvements all for around $250.   The pots are name branded, Analon and Cuizinart, and the glasses are nice crystal.    Not the ones that you sneeze and they shatter.

Yay to us for shopping clearance.   It was an unexpected side benefit of being in a mall for the past four days.

I’m going to spend tomorrow and maybe Tuesday replotting the kitchen and taking care of the lawn.   The house is getting a bit wrecked and it’s supposed to rain every day next week.    That probably means no gym time.  =(     That’s sad because I was getting kind of stoked about watching the third season of Stranger Things.   (I only watch tv while doing cardio.)  However, that’s all right.

It is what it is and I can’t change the weather.   There’s enough here to keep me preoccupied for a little while anyway.  The house is more important.

July.
Already July.

My Floridian time grows short.