Although circumstances beyond your control could give you reason to fret today, you should be able to handle the emotional tension and even channel it to increase your productivity. A powerful adversary may be surprised by your ability to maintain your composure under fire. But your goal isn't to impress anyone; it's simply to survive, and even thrive, in the current storm.
Just once, I'd like a horoscope to say, "You'll lose 10 pounds without even trying, find the perfect puppy, and meet a sane man who doesn't brag about his midlife-crisis Harley in his first 5 sentences."
Instead, I am channeling myself into increased productivity. I have started the Biggest, Baddest House Fix-Up Job of All. I am ripping out the garage carpet.
Garage carpet, you say? What kind of idiots have a carpeted garage? Um, yeah. We did not put it there. When we bought this house in 1996, it was obvious that the house had been used to operate a home business - extra phone lines, etc., and the garage had quite pristine looking indoor-outdoor carpet, as well as extra lighting (as if over desks or work spaces) and a ceiling fan. The extra lighting and the fan were most welcome, and the carpet was in fine shape, and my husband and I had only a few days off work in which to accomplish the move, so we moved in on the carpet. 1996 was a long time ago.
In 2009, the garage carpet is an eyesore, and smelly. I have tried to clean it, but it's beyond hope. It has to go. It has had to go for years, but I kept putting it off, because I knew exactly how labor intensive it would be. But the time has come, and it is my new pet project.
I am not tackling it all at once - today I did an approximately 4x3 foot area. I cut out the carpet and sat on the floor, dripping sweat like a lawn sprinler despite the ceiling fan running overhead, scraping up the backing. It's not as bad as it could be - fortunately I am not dealing with the kind of glue that hardens like lumpy rock. It's more like scraping away rotted foam rubber, but it certainly isn't EASY.
I've decided that after I go to the gym, while I am already sweaty and nasty but also energized, I will retire to the garage with my knife and scraper, and claw up another small area each day. When I run out of open floor space, it will be time to move stuff around to get to the areas that are not so accessible, but I have plenty of easily accessible (and godawful hideous nasty) carpet to work on now. I will wear my rattiest trashworthy jeans for this task, and will be showering with antibacterial body wash after every session. It truly is disgusting.
A very nice man came out yesterday (earlier scheduled visit was called due to yet more rain) and I have my fingers crossed that the leak is no longer. We are due to get rain every day this week, so in a few days I will know if it's done.
I'm still fretting over Murphy - that bossy little fireball of the video of what, 2 weeks ago, is sleeping a lot, but he is eating and drinking and appears to be in no serious distress. He's just lethargic and visibly not himself, and I don't like this at all. But, as I said, the first round of expensive blood work didn't show anything wrong, so we will call it irritable bowel disease and see how he does. Sigh.