So … it seems like readership goes up when I post pictures of half-naked guys.

You all dirty. 😛

Have a great weekend!

So, my mood is still all over the place … but I think two of the things I was freaking out about are now resolved [fingers crossed]. The BIG ONE is still looming. One day I will feel good about the decision I have made and the next I will start questioning myself. Ugh.

Meanwhile … I took a couple of visiting Germans (plus the boyfriend, the dog, and another friend) out on a hike to Max Patch this past Sunday.

Here we all are before setting out when everyone was happy. This was the day that discovered I shouldn’t assume someone’s fitness level. A few bad decisions on my part regarding the length of the hike made it stressful and bit miserable for some of the participants. At least the weather was good. Everyone survived but I suspect “hiking guide” will not be in my future as a potential career path.

This afternoon, I am off for a physical. It’s the first one I have had in a little over seven years and I know it’s bad to wait that long. I went last week and got the blood drawn for the standard tests. I am hoping that I don’t get any bad news like high cholesterol, diabetes, HIV, or any other nasty health problems. I joked with the boyfriend about wearing my backless briefs just to try and shock my doctor. He said to go for it, but I’ll probably just wear my boring old boxer briefs instead. I talk a good game but generally don’t have any follow through.

Otherwise …. at this point, I am just working for the weekend.

Changes are coming. In truth, changes have been 2+ years in coming. And it sucks. I hate change and I hate confrontations. Something that used to be a big part of my life has been morphing into something I don’t like … something that now fills me sadness, frustration, and quite a bit of anger. It’s time to jettison it. It’s toxic. I know this. But, after nearly 30 years of our lives intertwining, it’s hard to just toss it aside. I need to because I know things are not suddenly going to self-correct or bend to my idea of the way things should be. Lots of people are watching. But, nobody wants to do anything. It’s like we are spectators watching a slow motion car crash … only we are all passengers in one of those cars that is careening towards oblivion. I need to jump free before the wreckage is strewn everywhere.

Deep breath. Jump.

I will land on my feet.

This has been your Vague & Overly Dramatic Thursday Afternoon Blog post.

Well. We survived the remnants of Hurricane Florence. There had been talk for days about strong winds and torrential rains. What we ended up with here on the creek was a nice steady rain all day yesterday and no wind to speak of. I checked the creek this morning and it’s nowhere near as high as when Hurricanes Frances and Ivan spanked us back in 2004. Yay!

Not so “Yay!” is a Facebook post I saw on Saturday night that made me feel marginalized and unimportant. So, I woke up yesterday in a pretty rotten mood and then made the bad decision to consume half a fifth of rye. It didn’t end too well (as you can imagine). And now here I am on a Monday morning feeling slightly hung over and no less upset about that slight. I am a dumbass.