Joy…halfway passed out, but just now realized that one of her toys was out in the open on the bed kinda close to Coops, so she got up, grabbed it, and just took it into her little nest spot in the bed and is currently sleeping with her head on it, lol. She literally just snatched it to make sure Cooper wouldn’t get it. Sassy pants.
I made some genuine progress today on some tasks that I’d been struggling with all week. Got Netflix work in a really good spot, and had some time, particularly in the evening after eating and walking the pups, where I was able to buckle down and just get it done. Not quite DONE done, but almost there. I can finish it up tomorrow, for sure.
Whew. Feels good.
It was sunny today, and not windy, which helped a lot with the cold. Not that it’s even that cold y’all, because it truly isn’t. It’s just…LA most of the time is spectacularly good with the weather. It’s usually warm here. So when it cools down, I feel it. I don’t like being cold. HATE being cold. I’d so much rather be warm than cold. I’ve always been like that. Which isn’t to say I’d rather be too hot than just right. I’d rather not be too cold OR too hot…but being cold definitely gets me more than being hot.
Man. I’m wiped. I pushed today juuuuust a little. Did two yoga sessions, too, to make up for missing one a couple days ago. Wiiiiiped. Silly me.
The Love Has Won doc also really has gotten under my skin for some reason. I think it’s because several of the people in that cult remind me of the kind of people I grew up with, and it’s just so disturbing to see how some of those people wind up in the end. Grim. Super, super grim stuff. An extreme case of it, for sure, but like, I know people, now, multiple people who literally drank themselves to death. Or drugs ruined their lives. Or lived out on the fringe, in the woods, or otherwise opted out of “society” and if they’re alive, they’re not thriving. Not even close. You don’t last long in that life, and this doc just reminded me of that darker, sadder side of my roots. For so many in my generation, life hasn’t improved for them compared to their parents—it’s gotten worse. And spirituality is just a cover for trauma. Hippie-ism just means a life with no safety net. It’s an easy formula to go falling off a cliff.
As disturbing as that is, it also makes me very grateful for my life. Very, very grateful.
Night night.