Zeo's Thoughts and Wanderings

I haven't had much energy these past few weeks.  When before, I was waking up half an hour to five minutes before the alarm went off, up until today, I was waking blearily as the alarm was going off.  Today for some reason, my body decided 4:40 am was a good time to get up. 

Last week was a good progress week for FLYing.  Over the weekend, I cleaned out my closet and my dresser, throwing away anything ripped, stained, or overly-worn-out (t-shirts with the graphics all cracked and peeling, for example), and gathering for Goodwill anything that didn't fit or wasn't flattering.  I made exceptions for some things with memories attached, like the Todd Eldredge-autographed shirt, but I ended up with three kitchen-bags full of clothing headed for Goodwill.

Last Friday, we stopped at Hobby Lobby and found 2 nice pieces of basswood that made replacement shelves for the medicine cabinet.  Since we moved in, I've only been able to store a few things in there, due to the lack of shelves.  All the pill bottles, cough syrup, cotton swabs, etc., had to live on the counter.  Not anymore!



I also went through the pills, consolidating some partial bottles and boxes, and throwing out anything expired.  Getting all that off the counter made it easier to then wipe up the counter and clean off the mirrors.  Now, I can easily wipe down the counter in the evening after brushing my teeth.

 
Not pictured: cat who likes to sleep in the sink.


Yes, I realize now that the shower curtain rod is crooked.  And yes, it does now bother me.



Babystep-wise, I've added making the bed to the morning routine, and reading the FLYLady e-mails and testimonials have been added.  Earlier this week, it was "set a bed time and stick to it."  Right now, I don't have a specific one, just "between 10 and 10:30."  I'm aiming for 10, as I read somewhere that the human body gets the best rest between 10 pm and 6 am.  I don't remember where I read that, but since 6 am is the alarm time, 10 pm is a good bedtime.  I added "check on the cats in the back room" to my morning routine, since I sometimes forget. 

I'm reading the Flight Plans, and sometimes doing the missions.  Yesterday, after gathering the trash, I swept the bathroom floor, then took one of the microfiber cloths ($5 for 8 at Walmart, auto department), wet it down, and cleaned up the tile around the toilet, the edge and front of the bathtub, got the lizard blood off the floor (thanks, Scamp), some of the mystery yellow streaks off the walls, and wiped down the baseboards.  It's a little tricky to get the floor near the toilet and the wall near the tub/shower clean, as it looks like there's adhesive around the base of the toilet and the edge of the tub that wasn't applied with care.

My arm is still giving me troubles; the hand and fingers are stiff and don't like to bend in the mornings.  I haven't found a doctor yet, mainly because I haven't had the energy to sit at my computer and search through all the sites, then make all the calls.  My kitchen sink is still shiny; we do the large dishes every night, drying and putting away.  In fact, my dish drainer now lives in the garage.  I haven't had to set it up in two weeks.

Matt's been working on the boxes still in the garage.  Those are mostly books and his wolf statues.  Some of these things have been in boxes since we moved to Arizona almost five years ago.  The wolves, because we've never had anyplace he could set them up.  The books...well, I'm thinking it may be time for me to let go.  A number of them were HMTL or web design books I picked up on discounts, or writing guides I'd kept from my classes.  The computer books are now all out of date, and the writing guides haven't been opened in years.  Most of those are probably out of date, as well.

This weekend is designated for me to work on my craft room.  I'll be using the timer on my phone to take it in 15-minute increments, do a little at a time, and get things put away where I can find them.   Then, maybe I can think about getting it painted, getting the work table I want, and having a little place I can retreat to.