Yesterday was the type of Florida day I remember from before I left for Canada. The skies were gray all day, and it rained for most of the afternoon. However, it was a very warm day, and the storms made everything super muggy. I opened my bedroom window a little bit for the day. The extra fresh air was nice. Unfortunately, the warmth was short-lived. We’re still gray and rainy, but now it’s cool again.
I really hope the weather shifts soon, because I need to be able to do outdoorsy stuff. Lately, I feel like I’m slipping into a deep pit again. I’m not talking to people online like I used to, but I’m trying not to isolate myself. Really trying. This morning, I’m struggling to feel like I actually love my husband because I feel more and more like I’m ghosting him. It’s not just him, it’s everyone, online and off. But he’s the one that matters most and the one that hurts the most.
We had a few errands to run yesterday, and managed to finish them all before Mom‘s appointment: two Walmarts, a florist, and the smoke shop. I had a moment of absolute glee in the smoke shop when I found an absolutely gorgeous glass pipe, and I promised to be back in today to buy it. I was paying for my carts when the cashier asked me if I’d signed up for their new rewards program already.
Hol’ up. NEW?
DID I LOSE MY FREE OUNCE OF BUD?!??
I didn’t. Since I still have the original rewards app, they can transfer my points and customer level to the new system. The cashier also put my name in the system as Poptart, which I think was awesome.
Today is going to be a fun-filled day of doing nothing, aside from the trip to the smoke shop. The last of the Christmas paintings is out for delivery, and I’ll finally be able to post pictures of them. With the weather sucking today, I think I’ll probably play more Baldur’s Gate. I’ll go out to the smoke shop just to leave the house. Mom had planned to make stew for dinner, but forgot to defrost the meat last night. Instead, we’re having BBQ from a local joint.
For the moment, let’s get dressed. Baby steps.
