So, my scheduled days off are now totally rearranged - didn't take off today, won't take off Monday or next Friday, but WILL take the three days and move them to around Labor Day weekend, and spend some of that time visiting Girlchild's new house, and some of that time working on this neglected house. I'll be bringing her the completed White Sitcom Chic, and I think I'll bring the buttons and a bit of yarn and a crochet hook, and she can PICK her button on the spot and I will make it so. Neither of us has the time or energy to think of it right now.


I really need to tackle this place this weekend, but I've decided that manual labor working hours end at 4 p.m., or 3 if I'm doing heavy lifting, and then I will park my ass on the couch and knit and zone out. Today was a long, hot day outdoors in the sun and humidity (work related, I sure as hell don't do that for fun) - I had intended to come home and start tackling stuff tonight, but it's going on 7 and I don't know if I'll be awake at 8:30 at this point. I'm SO wiped out. The heat and humidity are very debilitating when one is used to working in an air-conditioned womb. But boy, I'm glad I cut my hair - I would have looked like a frizzed, bedraggled, drowned rat after today's adventures, and my long, heavy hair would have made my head sweat until not a particle of makeup remained on my face. Instead, the makeup remained relatively intact, and I could just finger-comb the sweaty mess and pretend the sticky sweat was hair gel. Sweaty Floridian Chic. Oh, and this was particularly nice because I had to spend today with the attorney who triggered my "Oh Shit I've Let Myself Go!" angst in the first place, and today I didn't have that feeling at all - we were all fairly sweaty and bedraggled by the end of the day, but I didn't feel like I looked somehow more badly-dressed-frizzy-puffy-old-icky than anybody else, my appearance wasn't an issue, just as it never used to be for me. What a good feeling.


We didn't get lunch, so when we finally dragged our sweaty, smelly selves back into the office at almost 4, we ordered a pizza. I haven't had pizza in months, and though it tasted good, I'm sitting here feeling vaguely sick and out of sorts. My body really wants that healthy stuff, and I don't like eating the unhealthy stuff. Whoda thunkit? Now when I get hungry for something, I really I want a salad and some lean protein. It's scary.