Yesterday's journaling

It's raining again this morning. I've opened the door for Edward and he's stared at the rain -- and come back inside. I could hear Luigi mewing through his closed door across the landing.

Last night listening to the rain was wonderful: big plunking drops and the occasional roll of thunder. I'll be at home today so i can dose myself in the light box. All will be well.

I seem to have moved a noch up the activity scale: sluggish to sloth? I did make a rather wonderful salad for dinner. I'd opened a tin of smoked oysters early in the week with half left, and i zapped a frozen slab of fish. That was added to lettuce and avocado for a rich and satisfying salad. Satisfying, yet i still found myself wanting to binge. I don't know where any other sweets are in the house. Christine has hidden the last sweets somewhere i can't find them (at my request). There was a temptation to call her and demand the new hiding place, but I didn't. If i can get the sweet craving out of my system this weekend before she returns, i'll be able to say "no" again.

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Wow, energy shift occurring. I noticed this morning i had moved to the micro-tidy mode where i tidy while doing other things while getting ready for work this morning. Then, while listening to a boring work phone call, i purged our bag box of any bags that are recyclable and any bags that are questionable. We still have plenty for cleaning the litter box. I collected other things to be recycled or disposed of appropriately: apparently i will be running around to a number of disposal sites tomorrow morning. That feels pretty good.

I've made the recipe for lunch that i planned to make for Monday dinner.

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Well, work day is over and i feel kinda drained. I've done some digital archaeology, going through notes on accounts like MySpace and Bebo, and canceling them (if possible). It's a type of cleaning up, too, i guess.

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I had wanted to take some time this weekend for a road trip south to explore the landscape around the Pinnacles, and i had also wanted to take two days off work. But i didn't really prepare for that in my dawdling nor did i protect vacation time. I suspect i'll take much time in May. My parents might be coming out (depends on my brother), and i definitely want to junket out to the Farallon Islands to whale-watch and see the life around those rocky outposts of the San Francisco Bay.

Instead, today's plan is driving around to recycle things and perhaps i'll see what walking i can do near the Sunnyvale dump. I suppose if i feel very footloose, maybe i'll go to Edgewood, maybe i'll go see bald eagles, maybe i'll go to Pacifica for a poetry event, maybe i'll go east to a wildflower festival, and maybe i'll just stay home. Mr M just threw up on the bed so that settles the necessity of getting laundry done, but i've decided to do that after 6 pm. (Once it's sorted, i tend to be able to get it done in my low energy evening.)

Too many choices!

This is sad to read: "The [local recycling facility] no longer accepts plastic bags for recycling due to the inability to find a viable market for the material." We're directed to take them to the grocery store. Our town is considering a ban on plastic bags, which would, i suppose, allow the grocery stores to remove the recycling bins. I use those bins for not just the occasional grocery bag, but all the other plastic films marked as recyclable.