3) Because I know a couple of you were concerned, I was going to let you know that my dingy gray funk is now just sort of really pale gray. It's not so much of a funk anymore as it is a film over everything. A much thinner film than it was, though, thankfully.
This has been a tough one, but I'm definitely feeling better than I was.
My inner music is almost back, though, which is good. I now that sounds weird, so let me explain. I usually always have music in my head. It's a good thing, because when it isn't overpowering stuff (like Fat Bottomed Girls was literally stuck in there for days) it's just a good thing to have inside. It gives me a beat to walk to and something to hum. It's a happy thing. Sometimes, though, when things get funky (in a bad way) the music stops and it gets too quiet in my head and everything feels too heavy. That isn't a thing that happens a lot, so when it does, it's just a little scary. It's like being in a house when the power goes off, so instead of that background noise of the little machines doing their thing that we get used to, you hear the weird sounds of your house settling. I don't like it when my house settles.
Buuuut, recently it's been like someone inside of me has been rolling a radio dial really fast. So I can hear it, but I can't really catch it yet. I did have a moment when I was getting ready this morning when "Me and Mrs. Jones" came up on my play list and I almost had it back! So, I'm getting there. I'm hoping it sticks.
Thank you for caring, though! I'm glad you do.
Oh, and while I'm here...
4) Do you know why I was late to work today?
Just as I was getting into the shower, the guy who does our quarterly bug spraying thing showed up. When I say I was just getting in the shower, I mean I was completely ready to get into the shower, only the water wasn't warm enough. I had to turn off the lights, stand for a minute or two wrapped in the decorative outer shower curtain in case he passed by the bathroom window until I could actually stand to get under the water, and I just stayed in the shower until Steve told me he was gone. Steve was kind enough to make himself late for work so that he could let me know when it was safe to come out. I was in there a LONG time.
I'm glad the hot water held out.