Vacation

I have been on vacation since last Friday and it has been wonderful.  I am appreciating the time at home.

It is both good and bad that the Olympics are in their 2nd week.  Am I spending too much time in front of the TV? Yes. Have I been inspired to get my body moving and enjoy recreational sports as I did in my youth? Yes.  Will these feelings outlast the closing ceremonies? Yes.  I've already been on the city's website looking into community fitness centers & pools in my neighborhood. 

Taking this time off was greatly needed for my mental health. Not because depression has a bigger grip on me than usual but because I needed this time to think. To do nothing. To organize my thoughts and my home. To make lists. To make plans. To have quiet. To shut down. To read. To be away from all people on buses and subways. To sleep in late. To kiss my husband at 2:00pm on a Tuesday.  To cuddle with Crockett until he's sick of me.

I have laundry to do. Quite a bit that I've let pile up.  Call me crazy, but I love doing laundry. I find it relaxing. Ironing even more so. Probably the clean fresh scent takes me back to my childhood. One of my favorite things is getting into bed with clean fresh sheets. It is my biggest wish to one day have a kick ass washer/dryer that belongs to ME.  With all of the advantages of apartment living, sharing a laundry room is one thing I dislike.  So, having it all to myself in the middle of the week is a treat.

Crockett hasn't had as many early morning walks as I'd hoped. I've been getting up later.  Tuesday, the weather was PERFECT, but every other day has been a bit too hot & humid for Pugs.  Trying to stay in shaded areas has been tough. I can tell that he doesn't like the hot pavement on his paws.

On our walk today, I did see another Rat in the park.  Disturbing.  I know they exist and I know that along with the birds and bunnies and chipmunks and foxes and field mice the park is a perfect place for them, but still. Eeeew. I think it's their tails and their teeth.. But this one was ballsy. Hopping up the steps in the middle of the morning, running along the top of the wall. It actually reminded me of Peter Pettigrew when he was in the Shrieking Shack trying to get away from Sirius & Remus.

I have to get out of this room I am in. It faces the street and cityworks have just started using a jackhammer for something across the street. Bastards.