It’s 1:30am. I laid down at around 6:30pm last night, and I woke up around midnight… ish. I guess I was more tired than I thought. Although, falling asleep watching TV was a pretty obvious clue. Anyway, I’m up for the night, now. I just love it when the fibro flares up and sucks all the energy out of me at the same time…

A friend and I were talking awhile back about a mutual acquaintance who’s going through a hard time. We were trying to figure out how we could help him, and I mentioned that I’ve often had the feeling that he doesn’t like me. My friend said, “No, he doesn’t like you.” When I asked why, she said, “He doesn’t like the way you do your job.”

At first, I was stunned speechless. Seriously? Not liking someone because you don’t like how they do their job? Well, that was just too much. I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. In fact, I laughed so hard I was nearly crying; it was one of the funniest, most ridiculous things I’d ever heard. And I thanked my friend for telling me; I’d needed a good laugh that day.

People never cease to amaze me. They can’t do your job, but they have no qualms about criticizing you for the way you do it. They know you get great results and you make your clients happy – because, even though they don’t like you, they can’t seem to stop themselves from following you – but still, they condemn you. It’s amusing, but in a sad kind of way.

Life is what it is. People are people; everyone has their own perceptions of life and the universe and other people. It isn’t my problem if people don’t like me. My clients are happy with the work I do for them; that’s what matters.

It’s 2:15am.  I have nothing more to say.


Sound Off

Hard to believe it’s the end of August.  The transition into fall has already started. Apples are starting to fall off the trees; leaves are beginning to change their colors; the nights are getting chilly. Yesterday, meteorologists issued the first overnight frost warning of the season. But it’s pleasant outside right now, so that’s what I’ll go with.

The streets are fairly quiet. There’s the odd bit of ground traffic in the distance, but it’s not imposing on the relative peace and solitude of this new day.  What is imposing is the air traffic. It will be starting soon, shattering the quiet with the deafening screams of engines as the planes come in and take off, bombarding and overwhelming the senses with mind-numbing sound for the rest of the day. It’s such a relief to know that we’re finally going to start the search for a small acreage in the country so that we can get away from the constant sound.

It’s almost time to feed the animals.  The day is beginning…

Not For A May

It’s after midnight. I’m up again. I fell asleep at 7:30pm and didn’t wake up until two minutes to midnight. The fibro is cycling into the fatigue phase and kicking my ass.

While I was passed out, a message from a friend came through asking if we had plans for the weekend. They said they “may” be coming down to our neck of the woods.  I won’t hold my breath on that; the last time they planned a “may” visit with us, they ended up being no-shows – and we didn’t hear from them about it until supper time, when we were just getting ready to set out the food we’d prepared for all of us. So, nope. We love our friends, but we’re not going to lose a day’s work for a “may”.

That’s all I have to say. It’s now pushing 1:30am and I have a long night ahead of me.