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Fridays are my "recovery day" of the week. It's also the day I run as many errands as I can before I lose steam from the week and melt into a puddle of goo on my sofa. Today was supposed to be "self-care day". I went to my scheduled appointment to get my eyebrows waxed at Ulta. I justify it to myself (and I do have to justify it to myself) that if I get my brows waxed on a regular basis, I am both happier with the way they look, and I don't spend an inordinate amount of time every morning and night trying to do it myself with tweezers. I call it worth it for the time savings alone.
I was also supposed to go get my hair cut, like I've been trying to muster the energy for for more than a month, but I had a fail on that. Since I'm cheap, I like to go to one of the chain haircutting places in town, but it's on the other side of town (or more correctly, on the very tip of one of the four lobes of the little splat of a town I used to live in) and I just don't like going to the other chain (which is slightly more expensive for the same service). Last night I realized needed to go to the pharmacy to check if my other meds were ready for pickup. This morning I checked the dates on the bottles and it's been about 40 days since I last filled them. Oops? I wasn't out of them. I've built up quite a cushion over time since I do occasionally forget to take the two night-time ones. By the time I'd gotten in and out of the pharmacy I lost all motivation to continue. It's not even ten miles by car and I just couldn't make myself go.
Day 15:
When I got home I went immediately into "find the thing" mode, because I could feel myself rapidly approaching the state of goo. A quick rummage through a bag yielded a scarf made of sequined ruffle yarn. Clothing exchange item that I've never worn. Go Away Bag.
As I was turning I saw something I had passed over the day before, a silver gift box that had a small organza drawstring bag in it, empty. A conversation I'd had last night about giving the earrings to a friend to make necklaces out of came to mind, and I thought the gray box would be the perfect thing to put the pair of intricately beaded earrings I'd put in the Go Away Box a few days ago. So I put them together and placed them back in the Go Away Box.
I was also supposed to go get my hair cut, like I've been trying to muster the energy for for more than a month, but I had a fail on that. Since I'm cheap, I like to go to one of the chain haircutting places in town, but it's on the other side of town (or more correctly, on the very tip of one of the four lobes of the little splat of a town I used to live in) and I just don't like going to the other chain (which is slightly more expensive for the same service). Last night I realized needed to go to the pharmacy to check if my other meds were ready for pickup. This morning I checked the dates on the bottles and it's been about 40 days since I last filled them. Oops? I wasn't out of them. I've built up quite a cushion over time since I do occasionally forget to take the two night-time ones. By the time I'd gotten in and out of the pharmacy I lost all motivation to continue. It's not even ten miles by car and I just couldn't make myself go.
Day 15:
When I got home I went immediately into "find the thing" mode, because I could feel myself rapidly approaching the state of goo. A quick rummage through a bag yielded a scarf made of sequined ruffle yarn. Clothing exchange item that I've never worn. Go Away Bag.
As I was turning I saw something I had passed over the day before, a silver gift box that had a small organza drawstring bag in it, empty. A conversation I'd had last night about giving the earrings to a friend to make necklaces out of came to mind, and I thought the gray box would be the perfect thing to put the pair of intricately beaded earrings I'd put in the Go Away Box a few days ago. So I put them together and placed them back in the Go Away Box.
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