A Treasure Found at Home

i actually did take a picture of my feet yesterday, i just never found the time or energy to post it until now.

i worked from home all morning; the person i thought was going to help me take some stuff to goodwill didn’t show but that was all right. i ran out of the house, nearly late as usual, to stop by the post office on the way to meet my realtor. i’d recieved a package for my birthday from hamster_grrl with all sorts of great stuff. she burned some great songs for me, sent me a new book and returned one i’d bought for her that i could use at this point, a rediculously hysterical card, bought a mala for me in australia, and included some musk flavoured life savers. (the box is in the other room, but i think covers the contents.)

house hunting was again a bust. the right one is out there, i’m sure, it’s just taking me some time.

i had a fantastic talk with my therapist about some of the feelings that came up for me on my birthday. i left feeling pretty good about things and came home ready to get some more stuff done for work.

by a few hours later, though, my throat was hurting and i could feel some congestion in my ears. i walked down to the drugstore to stock up on cold supplies and fill my new (my third) asthma prescription. this one *really* makes me look like a dork. i suppose it’s an attempt to prevent me losing my voice again, but he prescibed a spacer to use between the inhailer and my mouth. it’s like a teeny tiny gas chamber, except it looks huge when you compare it to a normal inhailer. i puff the medicine into it and then inhale slowly from there and exhale back into it and inhale again. i feel very space aged.

i had the pleasure of running into roxyblue and her brother at the drugstore. we chatted a while but i declined to go walking with them since i really wanted to get home and go to bed due to the cold i felt coming on.