After I had mentioned wanting a new eclectric blanket, B went out and bought us a heated mattress pad for the bed (which is even better than a blanket!). I'm always cold, and Gaz loves to stay warm as well, so we are thrilled by this. It even has dual controls to regulate each individual side of the bed. I may want to hibernate til Spring.
But I did get out of bed this morning and into the kitchen for cooking. So, I got the sweet potato and coconut milk soup cooked up, blended down, and in the freezer.
Treated myself to a peppermint mocha and a new book from Barnes & Noble. With the library all in disarray with the carpeting project, couldn't really find anything to check out to read, and I needed something to have while on vacation next week. PIcked out "Orphans of the Carnival" by Carol Birch, a piece of historical fiction about Victorian "freak" performer Julia Pastrana. Also went to Walmart to pick up a couple more t-day grocery items and a new pair of exercise tights and another long sleeved shirt. While crafting, I'd managed to get spray glue over a large parch of one leg of my old leggings; I can still wear them but they look fuzzy.
Bought this upcycled tunic sweater from a local friend with an Etsy shop, Up Tick Chic; wore it out to dinner last night and got compliments first thing! I liked all the bright colours and think I have several brooches that will show off nicely on the sweater. It'll also look nice over those new black tights I bought. I'm thinking I may try to resell a couple of my pinup dresses (the ones where the bust is a bit large and don't really fit me), to kind of balance out and make up for my recent shopping binges.
Last meds appt upped my vyvanse prescript; think I can feel the boost. (wonder why it's a controlled substance; can only get one month's presription at a time) Stopping the nalttrxone; it's not really helping as much as it initially did with the BED and it makes me tired. Gods know I can sleep enough already without any assist.
If I hadn't been working at the library this weekend, I could have gone to help out at the Flying Monkey Marathon. It's one of my favorite races, I've done it 6 previous years, but I don't kow if I'll ever get in shape to do it again. Mona was running this year.
There's a new Facebook group for runners interested in Fixed Time events. And Ragen Chastain was soliciting essays about being a slow athlete to be reposted on her blog. Those things go together hand in hand (or foot) for me right now. The only way I can do marathons or ultras is to do long timed events (of at least 12 hours), or events like the Pistol where the cut off times are very generous. I'm looking forward to doing a 50K there for the new year; wish I could find the wherewithall to do the 100k but think I might fall a little short (and slow) even with 30 hours. Hoping to be in shape to get to 50k at Delano in 12 hours in March then.
Oh, and I neeed to have B take a couple high resolution pics of my "Bequest" tattoo; it got picked to be included in a photo art book of Anatomical tattoos! I'm kind of jazzed about that.
Well, another hour on the clock here at the library, and then I'm on vacation for a whole week. Am going up to Hannah's tomorrow to babysit for her, so she can attend an ICAN meeting in the evening; then on Tuesday we head out to Illinois to visit Dad. Will be there Tues-Fri, and then I'll still have a weekend back at home before having to be back to work. I feel really bad that I don't see Dad more often, just once or twice a year. The distance between here and St. Louis is just long enough to be too long.
But I did get out of bed this morning and into the kitchen for cooking. So, I got the sweet potato and coconut milk soup cooked up, blended down, and in the freezer.
Treated myself to a peppermint mocha and a new book from Barnes & Noble. With the library all in disarray with the carpeting project, couldn't really find anything to check out to read, and I needed something to have while on vacation next week. PIcked out "Orphans of the Carnival" by Carol Birch, a piece of historical fiction about Victorian "freak" performer Julia Pastrana. Also went to Walmart to pick up a couple more t-day grocery items and a new pair of exercise tights and another long sleeved shirt. While crafting, I'd managed to get spray glue over a large parch of one leg of my old leggings; I can still wear them but they look fuzzy.

Last meds appt upped my vyvanse prescript; think I can feel the boost. (wonder why it's a controlled substance; can only get one month's presription at a time) Stopping the nalttrxone; it's not really helping as much as it initially did with the BED and it makes me tired. Gods know I can sleep enough already without any assist.
If I hadn't been working at the library this weekend, I could have gone to help out at the Flying Monkey Marathon. It's one of my favorite races, I've done it 6 previous years, but I don't kow if I'll ever get in shape to do it again. Mona was running this year.
There's a new Facebook group for runners interested in Fixed Time events. And Ragen Chastain was soliciting essays about being a slow athlete to be reposted on her blog. Those things go together hand in hand (or foot) for me right now. The only way I can do marathons or ultras is to do long timed events (of at least 12 hours), or events like the Pistol where the cut off times are very generous. I'm looking forward to doing a 50K there for the new year; wish I could find the wherewithall to do the 100k but think I might fall a little short (and slow) even with 30 hours. Hoping to be in shape to get to 50k at Delano in 12 hours in March then.
Oh, and I neeed to have B take a couple high resolution pics of my "Bequest" tattoo; it got picked to be included in a photo art book of Anatomical tattoos! I'm kind of jazzed about that.
Well, another hour on the clock here at the library, and then I'm on vacation for a whole week. Am going up to Hannah's tomorrow to babysit for her, so she can attend an ICAN meeting in the evening; then on Tuesday we head out to Illinois to visit Dad. Will be there Tues-Fri, and then I'll still have a weekend back at home before having to be back to work. I feel really bad that I don't see Dad more often, just once or twice a year. The distance between here and St. Louis is just long enough to be too long.