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I am craving some nice, quiet alone time. I've been overly social and had guests fairly consistently since last week. Fortunatly the last of them will be leaving today, and I'll have tonight to myself. Then I have a date tomorrow, but blissfully, I'm off all day Friday.

The car is getting repaired....finally. I put it off longer than I should have cause money was too tight.

I'm looking forward to the Staff Retreat next week....two days in the woods.

My birthday (which was Monday) was celebrated fabulously. Lots of wonderful people, sharing wonderful things. I do have great friends and lovers.

I'm in pain. My fingers don't want to move, my wrists hurt, and it's spread from just my right hand and wrist, up to my right elbow and now into my left. The left hand feels similarly to when I first started experiencing this kind of pain 10+ years ago. It hurts, a lot. In spite of that, and in spite of the fact that it does on occasion interfere with doing things, I'm not convinced that I should get it checked out. They couldn't do anything when this started...they figured it was lyme disease (it was summer, I was in the woods of Connecticut, and lived in an area that had fairly high rates of Lyme when I wasn't at camp, and I'd run a fever the week before.) other than tell me to take tylenol when it hurt. The tylenol isn't helping at this point. I took a couple before I left the house and I hurt no less. It's irritating, and frustrating and annoying to ache all the time. I'll give it a couple more days and then I'll think about calling the advice nurses to see what they tell me (take tylenol, apply heat...I suspect that's what they'll tell me)

Whining aside, it's amazing what a difference having my asthma back in control has made. I feel better. I'm more awake, and less run down. Walking up the stairs isn't a dreaded project anymore.

I'm just looking forward to a bit of quiet alone time. And now, back to work, since a bunch of projects have gotten put off over the last few days.

(On the project front at work...I posted this entry not long ago. It's gotten even better since then...I now get to adapt two curricula; one for middle school students and one for 19 or 20-24 year olds. This is a good thing, I guess...I really like doing this sort of thing, even if it makes me crazy and stressed. I'm far less certain of how to teach the stuff included here to 20-somethings. The factual information is the same. But the support information is different...same with middle school v. high school. That's the hard part.)

Mental Food for Thought

I've been thinking a lot about the things I'm not posting here. And why not.

It's not that I don't want to share some of the stuff, because there's things I'd love to talk about...I've apparently become conscious of the fact that I've got an audience here...which is fine with me. I don't write for you all who read my journal, I write my journal for me, which is the way it should be. Some of it is serious, some silly, some glib, some sad...it's a variety of emotions and experiences, but it's certainly not whole. I try and minimize the actual use of names, including mine in the journal. I also make very very few "Friends only" posts-this is why I don't worry much about who I add to my "Friends" list, which is more about whose journals I read daily and whose journals I read less frequently than that as opposed to who gets to see the nitty gritty dirty parts of my own journal.

Should I post less fluff? Why do you read my journal? How did you find it? Do you ever find anything in it that you think is worth pointing someone else to? Is it just fine the way it is?


(Let me also insert that this came to mind because I was wondering about posting about what happened Friday night, which was a wonderful experience, but I'm not sure it fits in with the rest of the stuff you all have been reading. Do you want me to post it anyway, behind a cut tag so that you have fair warning about what might be included?)