Deep Breath Day

My mother-in-law left this morning. Did I mention she's my landlord as well? Luckily, she's cool. She left in her wake a washer, a new fridge, a door to our sunroom, and a new deck. She also worked us like slaves. For two weeks.

I don't mind hard work. Especially when it's all to my own benefit. Our old refrigerator was about forty years old, one of those rounded jobs with the pull lever handle and a freezer the size of a shoebox that we defrosted once a week. It looked cool, vintage, but really sucked the electricity. Plus, it didn't keep anything cold, and so I have lived for years without ice cream. Or ice. Now, I have a lovely little fridge that has two ice trays and a pint of Haagen-Daz Dulce de Leche ice cream (my fav). Heavenly.

But there's a trade off. I'm a solitary soul. I need frequent periods of aloneness to replenish my energy, my goodwill, my serenity. Entertaining for two weeks is definitely a drain. She left this morning and I spent the rest of the morning doing laundry with my new washer, reading and drinking coffee. Then, out of the blue, I got a whopper migraine. It caught me upside the head, I wasn't paying attention to the signs. It just came because it could, because I was alone and had no obligations. I'm also one of those people who usually only gets sick on vacation because I have the time. Yup. So, then, I spent the rest of my solitary day with the shades pulled on the couch with my microwaveable herb bag wrapped around my head. Finally, by using all my hard-learned Jedi tricks, I banished it before it could blossom into a multi-day affair. So here I am, up all night probably. I think I'll take my solitary time now and curl up with my book and some mac-n-cheese (my ultimate comfort food).

Okay, that's like three whiney posts in a row. I promise, I'm done being a big baby now. Thanks for putting up with me.