And now, of course, just as my throat is finally almost healed, my man seems to be going through the same illness, just a day behind me.
Dear God, please heal us all. In your name, we pray. Amen.
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And now, of course, just as my throat is finally almost healed, my man seems to be going through the same illness, just a day behind me.
Dear God, please heal us all. In your name, we pray. Amen.
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The chiropractor literally rearranged the bones on my head today. The bump in the middle of my head (on top) has moved about an inch backward and to the right side of my body. I have divots in spots where I’ve never had them before. It feels almost like a shelf on top on the back right now – I actually dislike the shape of that part right now – and I, generally, do not recognize my own skull whenever I run my fingers through my hair.
It is a very, very weird feeling.
However, my head feels light in a way I cannot recall having ever felt it. It feels like pounds of weight have been removed fro my face and skull, weight I hadn’t even noticed was there, until it had been removed. I hope and suspect the bones will continue to shift in the coming days, possibly weeks. I see the chiropractor again twice in the next week and a half, which likely will include more work on the skull.
She asked me if I had had an accident in which I’d hit my head, because of how everything was sitting. I told her that I hadn’t had any that I knew. Since starting to see her, I have recalled that I had not just one but two traumatic bangs of the head, and one third bang that was possibly also a factor in all of this. All of them were by the age of 11, the most traumatic being the last of them.
(Keep in mind that these were not concussions or anything, but were still hard hits that messed with my muscles and bones. I didn’t not receive any medical treatment that I’d needed at the time. It was merely the kind of stuff that gets brushed off once the bump goes away for two of them. For the third, I went to the ER. It took so long for them to see me, though, that my mom had worked out the intense pains and problems – she’s a massage therapist and does energy work and all – before a doctor ever even looked at me. The slammed-shut jaw was no longer stuck shut, and I could talk normally and without pain again, so they sent me home. Anyway, I’ve some interesting things to consider these next several days. And yes, it is literally all in my head. Haha
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Today was a good day, a beautiful day. The weather was lovely, even with the bout of rain in the late afternoon and early evening.
My friend got done shopping she’d much needed, some of which was entirely without her child, because he hung with me in the toy section and played with toys. (Whenever he said that he needed his mom, I told him that we could go find his mom as soon as he was finished playing. Did he want to stop playing and go find his mom now, or keep playing? “Keep playing.” And, so, he did… the whole time we were in that store! I can only imagine the relief she had in being able just to shop, and not also manage a two-and-a-half-year-old.) I made smoothies that were actually good-tasting and good for us, and we all actually enjoyed drinking them, the child included. The kid woke up in the first place feeling loads better, and, therefore, in a much-improved mood and attitude.
My man spent about half an hour plus in the back yard with the kid, letting him help with chores and just follow my man around to look at whatever he was doing. Some chores were genuine. Others, not so much. e.g. he was ‘mowing the lawn, too,’ by riding around on the little tricycle in circles around the fire pit… on the brick… where there was no grass. 😛 It was absolutely adorable watching the two of them out back. The three of us inside were enjoying our awesome meal in comfort and peace, all while admiring the good practice my man was getting for our own future as parents. I can hardly wait for him to be the amazing father it is so clear he can be and will be.
Yes, today was a good day, a very good day.
Thank you, God. Amen.
My friend was supposed to stay with us only two nights. Then, her child got a rough cough. He’s almost three, so she wasn’t much worried about his recovery. But the one-year-old where they had been staying was a concern. So, in all of about 45 minutes, they were suddenly at our house. The whole evening we’d planned to spend tidying no longer was available, as well as any rollover time in the morning tomorrow. They were here!
Such a silly turn of events, but we are here enjoying them. Thank you, God, for this blessing. Amen.
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I wish you all a very happy Easter season. May you feel God’s love and blessings in new and powerful and life-moving ways, as you find yourself shifting further onto the paths that lead you to the person you long to be and who you were made to be. In God’s name, we pray. Amen.

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I’m starting to turn into them…(!)
Although, now that I think about the specifics, perhaps it is just becoming clear that I always was one of them… hmm… haha
Tonight, instead of going to bed well before 10pm, as fully expected and planned, I got caught up working on a coding project. I had to build a landing page that adjusted well to different screen sizes. It’s one of the final projects in the whole section on web design for my course. I decided a while back to have fun with the projects, whenever I’m having to make most of it up, anyway. For the half-existing things where I just edit or add bits, I don’t do much personalization, if any. No need there. But, if I’m basically making it all up, anyway, I want it to be something I’ll enjoy and actually want to show someone else, you know?
Anyway, so I was making this page for ‘a club, real or imaginary.’ I happened upon an idea that I loved, shortly before my planned bedtime… like twenty minutes before it. Next thing I knew, it was two and a half hours later, and I was still working on the project. It was definitely progressing, and well. But I was 100% not in bed.
Instead, my man made me some seared tuna – I know – after it thawed half an hour, and then I worked even more. At about 1am, I had finished my project and shown it to my man, and was finally heading to bed… only four+ hours later than planned…
I felt like I was finally starting to be like all the other nerds who end up having that late night, ‘because I was working on some coding,’ and/or, ‘and I really wanted to resolve this one part.’ I did that tonight, and not for the first time. But it was the first time I had a full product at the end.
However, I already do this with things. I already stay up late just to finish something up, even if it isn’t even time-sensitive. I’ve basically always done this, until I started occasionally forcing myself to go to bed, everything left to be done tomorrow, so I could wake up early for the gym.
So, this was nothing new for me… except that it finally was for coding stuff.
And that’s the really fun part.
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I haven’t much liked working out on my own in the past. However, there has been something about it this past week that has changed my mind a bit. I think the music at the gym has gotten too loud for me to want to be there so often, and the classes are sometimes too full for me; it has become a bit of a drain on me emotionally and social just being st the gym, I think. It’s almost like it has been overwhelming, in a way… just too much stimulation to be going five days a week. Even four days is a bit tough, it seems.
I think I am doing these workouts at home in large part due to the fact that I can stay away from all of that external stimulation and not have the shock it provides, let alone the reset and quiet time and relaxation it demands afterward for me. The mental disruption from classwork was already enough of a struggle before, but it has become increasingly obvious that the overwhelm of the scenario itself has become a bit much for me lately.
Perhaps working out at home once or twice a week will be all I need to get myself exercising five to six days a week again. I can still go to the gym three or four times, that way, and get that extra push from having folks do the workout with me. But I might strategize a bit and pick my classes as the lower-attended ones most weeks.
I’m wondering if this might just make a huge difference for me and my fitness and workouts, as well as productivity…
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For the first time in what feels like months, we got just to hang out and do stuff at home on a Sunday after Church. And it was awesome.
He got to get to work on finally sorting through the garage’s contents. I got to nap a bit, do some coding work for my courses, and get started on checking whether CDs were in my music library already (and adding them, if they weren’t). He came inside every so often just to see me and trade kisses, then went back out to continue working.
It was great. I had a really nice day, though am, nonetheless, going to bed quite exhausted.
At that, thank you, God. Amen. Goodnight.
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Today, we had about an hour to spare before heading from one place to the next. We were heading home, and decided suddenly to go ahead and stop at the go-kart place we pass all the time. We pulled into the packed parking lot – cars were lining the street, too – and it was by divine agreement that someone was leaving right as we pulled into the lot, giving us a space to park (and right by the entrance door).
Tickets were for a five-minute ride. There were regular, fast, and really-fast karts. The fastest ones require a valid driver license, though they only go about 20 miles per hour at top speed (the girl guessed 30, and was sorely mistaken). We went ahead and bought two tickets and got in line for the super fast ones. No one was ahead of or behind us, as most people were younger folks, we’ll say, or their parents who weren’t interested in driving the fastest ones.
I tell you what: we had a great time. It was a safe space for us to race and be slightly reckless and goofy and crazy and to take risks, and I have a blast. Genuinely, as soon as we started our onto the track, and I was working to block my man from passing me while I adjusted my seatbelt straps – I’d out them on properly, but then my arms weren’t long enough to reach the steering wheel, which I discovered as I took off 😛 – I felt like we were in a real-life version of Mario Kart. I even imagined shooting tortoise shells out my kart’s butt and dropping banana peels to keep him from passing me… as though that were an option. 😛
It was great. I got to practice crazy turns and get very good at them. You know, the whole hitting the break suddenly while turning the wheels quickly, so the back end swings around the sharp curve but the driver seat barely moves over the ground, just rotating almost in place, and then flooring it and taking off straight on the other side of the turn. It was way cool. I finally perfected the turn, and thought I’d broken the thing with the turn, but it was just that the timer had just run out right then, disabling the high speed of the fast karts and reminding us to exit at the end of the circuit (which I had Just started, and so had to do slowly like the normal people for most of the rest of it [only the back straight-away was disconnected from the sensor, and so we got to speed there again before hitting the sensor wall again to finish out the lap at a slow chug]).
Also, fun fact: it seems that weight plays a role in the kart’s speed success. The fact that I weigh a good portion less than my man meant that I had less traction and less speed on my kart. Even when we were on even scores on the back straightaway, both giving them full gas, his kart would leave mine behind before the end of the straightaway. (Perhaps it wasn’t weight, but that explanation made the most sense to us, versus that my kart just wasn’t as good as his. They all seemed to be the same age and quality and all, so it was unlikely that his would perform so differently like that just on its own.)
Anyway, it was such a great time, and I was smiling basically the whole time – big, toothy, open-mouthed grin smiling, it was so much fun for me.
And it was only five minutes. But I’m really glad we did it.
Thank you for that blessing today, God. Please, continue to keep us both safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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It was very difficult to get out of bed this morning. Very difficult. I didn’t make the first workout’s alarm, as I was way too heavy with exhaustion. However, I snoozed the second workout’s alarm twice and then got myself up before it went off the third sounding… something like that. It might have been only one snooze… Whatever the case, it took a lot of effort to get up, even then, but I did it and I exercised.
Afterward, I made breakfast tacos for me and for my man, and I even weight and measured for his macro and calorie counts for his food. Then, though I wanted to sleep, I showered and got to work on my coding courses. Early afternoon, while he went to the gym, I finally lay down for a nap for about an hour. I needed it at that point, as my brain was starting to take breaks all on its own.
Afterward, I got back to work. One of the things I learned in the history but I was reading was about the original NASA computers – real people who did mathematical computations, before machines existed for it – and about the original IBM used at NASA, which took up an entire large room and required a whole slew of people just to make it work at any given time. It was a massive advancement at the time, though it is comical to consider that it could do less than just about any digital device we have today.
Nonetheless, reading that bit of history finally put me over the edge for wanting to see the movie it briefly referenced, “Hidden Figures”. I’ve known about the movie since it came out in 2016, but never quite worked up the full desire to sit and watch it. But now was the perfect time. I could appreciate – and understand! – so much more about it now than I would have even several weeks ago, let alone years ago. The movie was quite cool and was well done. Though, my man and I both chuckled at the part where a new reporter in the film said some absolute bogus info, stating the craft and man, Alan Shepard, would be traveling “at an altitude of 116 miles per hour.” Because altitude is measured in miles per hour, and all… 😛 That was rather funny to us, and we both enjoyed that we both caught it, especially since it was more of a filler kind of shot than a main one.
Anyway, I’m really glad we watched the film tonight. Now, however, I just go to sleep. Much more to do tomorrow! (Including that 7:30am workout that I always dread, somehow. Haha)
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