Yawning in the early morning...

You'd think I was tired or something the way I'm sitting here yawning, but all I really need is a cup of coffee to wake me up properly. Well, it may take several cups, but since there's no shortage of ground coffee, that's not a problem. As a matter if fact, I have a whole new supply of  # 4 filters as well, so I can make many pots full if I need to. Always look at the bright side of life. Waking yourself up with coffee may be an artificial onslaught to your body, but it sure as heck works. I have yet to see a cup of coffee I don't like. 

I'm very cozily and contentedly sitting here in my bathrobe having an absolutely peaceful moment and I sure treasure it, because I don't know how long it's going to last. It may be very fleeting in nature and be gone like a puff of wind in no time. So, it's like they say, enjoy the moment and hang on to it. I'll try not to let anything disturb it and make it a very long moment. That means I have to ignore Tyke who thinks he's bored and wants attention. Luckily, he's now distracted by a rawhide bone. Phew, that was a close call. I don't know if I'm off the hook, though. He can be very persistent.

Yesterday morning I was rudely awakened out of a sound slumber by the telephone. It was the household manager of the Green Cross who said he had a domestic help for me right that moment and that she could be at my place in ten minutes. I was taken completely off guard, because I had been expecting one in the afternoon. So here I was in my bathrobe, half asleep and in dire need of a cup of coffee and in no shape to get dressed yet. I decided that having the coffee and a cigarette were the most important things and I welcomed the domestic help in my bathrobe and didn't get dressed until I had to vacate my armchair when she vacuumed the living room. I don't care what people think.

She was a very talkative domestic help and smoked three cigarettes while she was here. She cleaned house the French way, in other words, with a lick and a promise, so it's a good thing that my regular one is coming on Friday. When the Exfactor got here when she was done, she decided to stay a while and join in the conversation. It was an awkward situation and I'm glad she was just temporary and that she won't be back. I will go through several temporaries now until I get a steady one. It will be a pain in the neck, but I'll have to put up with it.

The Exfactor and I chatted over a cup of coffee about his work and about my state of mind, which needed discussing, and then I made a shopping list, which I kept down to the most basic necessities. I want to spend some money on myself this month and cut out any 'luxuries' from the grocery store, so I will have some extra money. I can be very frugal if I have to be and live on bread and water.

I walked Tyke while the Exfactor did the groceries and we were home at the same time and unloaded them together. Tyke was very excited, as usual, because he thought everything was for him. He does get underfoot and there's some danger of shutting him into the refrigerator.

I talked to my psychiatrist over the phone and he increased my antidepressants. He wants to get to the root of the problem, though, by talking about it and is going to call me this morning to make an appointment with either him or my SPN, who's been on vacation and sick, so she's not been available up to now. She may be back today, however. 

I've got my outfit picked out for today and I've decided to tone it down a little bit and not look so very dressed up. I won't look like I'm going to have tea with the queen. I'm only going to creative class, after all. I mustn't make too big a deal out of it. Everything is very relative and, although I want to look good, I don't have to look splendidly smashing. 

I feel better today. 

Have a good morning.

Ciao,
Nora