Today I decide to be wealthy.
I got my letter from the unemployment office, and found out that they don't have an account of the two months I worked at Parks and Rec, so I have to call them in the morning. I found my pay stubs, so that's very, very good.
I went through job listings on the internet. Did laundry. Made a dinner for two and took it to a couple; the husband is getting chemo or something for his cancer on Thursdays, so they need dinners that night. I made a baked mozzarella ratatouille, a couple of Italian seasoned baked chicken breasts, and some garlic bread, and added a couple of pears, a bag of chocolates and some celery sticks to round it out.
I'm going to bed early tonight. I got to bed after midnight last night, woke up at 6, and kept falling back asleep into short dreams, that all had dead-end themes to them: A road I'm on is closed because of a rock slide. I can't find my hotel room, and then the hotel staff tells me that they can't find any record of my being there. Fun stuff like that. And then I didn't get out of bed until late in the morning, as I couldn't find my thoughts.
I did do my yoga in the afternoon, and felt much better for having done it, and could feel the energy while I was shopping at the store for dinner stuff. I've also noticed that my leg and heel pains no longer happen at night.
I need to get up early for the unemployment office phone call. At night, I have such great plans for the mornings, such as work on sewing room, clean the house. get out ten job applications, walk a mile, exercise, write thank you letters, create art. And then my head is full of cotton where my brains should be when I wake up.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I got my letter from the unemployment office, and found out that they don't have an account of the two months I worked at Parks and Rec, so I have to call them in the morning. I found my pay stubs, so that's very, very good.
I went through job listings on the internet. Did laundry. Made a dinner for two and took it to a couple; the husband is getting chemo or something for his cancer on Thursdays, so they need dinners that night. I made a baked mozzarella ratatouille, a couple of Italian seasoned baked chicken breasts, and some garlic bread, and added a couple of pears, a bag of chocolates and some celery sticks to round it out.
I'm going to bed early tonight. I got to bed after midnight last night, woke up at 6, and kept falling back asleep into short dreams, that all had dead-end themes to them: A road I'm on is closed because of a rock slide. I can't find my hotel room, and then the hotel staff tells me that they can't find any record of my being there. Fun stuff like that. And then I didn't get out of bed until late in the morning, as I couldn't find my thoughts.
I did do my yoga in the afternoon, and felt much better for having done it, and could feel the energy while I was shopping at the store for dinner stuff. I've also noticed that my leg and heel pains no longer happen at night.
I need to get up early for the unemployment office phone call. At night, I have such great plans for the mornings, such as work on sewing room, clean the house. get out ten job applications, walk a mile, exercise, write thank you letters, create art. And then my head is full of cotton where my brains should be when I wake up.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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