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I finally voted for a Presidential Candidate WHO WON!

I am truly humbled and in awe.

Yesterday was a big day in so many ways — another post coming soon!

May he have a safe and productive presidency.

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… at least my hubby’s computer is.  I guess he’ll hook mine up when he gets home from work.

The cable guy had to crawl under the house to install an outlet in the new office/old front room.  I felt bad for him.  It’s a very hot and humid day and he had to crawl under my house (in the dirt) because all the other cable outlets are on the opposite side of the house.

He didn’t seem to mind too much and I gave him a nice glass of iced tea after.  And he drank it.  All.  Without saying a word.  See, we live in Kentucky — which some people consider to be the south (while others will tell you we’re on the cusp) and in the south people drink a lot of iced tea. 

Gallons. 

Everyday. 

Not me.  I rarely drink iced tea, but my husband truly does drink a gallon nearly every day.  The thing is we don’t make the tea "southern style," which is just another way of saying "with too much sugar." 

Very sweet tea is like the law of the land.  We put one third of a cup of sugar (level) into one gallon of tea brewed from nine tea bags.  Our tea is very dark and not sweet at all.  The sugar just takes away any bitterness.  When we eat out we ordered unsweetened tea and I’ll drink it as is while my hubby will add sugar and lemon.

I do add a little sugar to some hot teas, but most of the time I just add milk (and for my coffee just non-dairy creamer). 

So anyway, I was just surprised that the cable guy drank it all without comment.  Most people ask for the sugar bowl or leave the glass of tea with just that one drink missing.  What a waste.

We’ve moved Harold’s habitat beneath a window in the new office.  He seems more active in this spot (but he’s the most fun when just meandering about the house) and the Minnikins stands beside his habitat  cocking her head at each noise as he makes his way about; or watching his shadow go from one end of the rubbermaid container to the other.  Maybe her renewed interest is because we moved his habitat. 

She can’t see in and Harold can’t see out.  This was the recommendation for his habitat that we got from our researching.  Don’t put them in glass or plastic containers that they can see out of, but I can’t remember why.

I realized something.  We are now using every room of our little house in the ‘hood.  The front room was basically a glorified hallway used to answer to front door or get from the living room to the rest of the house.  Now that our darling son will be living with us every room has a purpose. 

I like the office being in this room.  It has two windows and the front door glass to let in plenty of light during the day.  This will be a great place for me to write and work on projects.

Still going through stuff.  Sometimes it’s fun because I find things I thought I’d trashed or whatever.  Including projects I want to do.  Maybe all this home re-organization will lead to me having more time to work on those things.

Which is why I have to stop blogging (wasting time) and get back to that purging and organizing. 

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Because that was the last day I was at work. 

Because I had another migraine; the kind that feels like OMG! Please Take This Thing Outta My Eye.  PLEASE.  And then little cluster headaches off and on throughout.  I say little because they were short and some time apart.

Today I feel like I have a monsterous hangover.

I plan to stop at LASC for the Community Metal Pour  it started at 10 this morning so I prolly missed the main event, but if you were living in my head lately you’d put off going, too.  If I make it I’ll be the one on the Dallas Zoo hat and sunglasses.

I have to go into the office today, too.

Number One called me yesterday to see how I was feeling and to ask if I’d be able to complete a task before Monday.  Now I know you might be thinking, "she’s suffering, how dare he," but you don’t work for Number One, so you’d be wrong to think so.

Number One would finish this task himself if I hadn’t insisted that I would come in this weekend and do it for him.  He is just that cool to work for.  It’s very light task and shouldn’t take more than an hour. And I am his assistant!   And if you were fortunate to work for Number One you would totally get it. 

I’ve had to take a lot of sick days these past couple of years.  A lot.  I don’t think most employers could deal with me the way Number One does.  He’s just that awesome.

I don’t know why I’ve been dealt with so many minor illnesses of late or why I was suddenly struck with migraines again.  I’d not had any for some time.  And I wasn’t missing them.

Yes, it could be stress.  Let’s face it, I’ve had some stressors as of late.  Haven’t we all?

Besides, I feel that most of the "stress" I’ve been experiencing has been more of anticipation than of a negative type.

And I do feel overwhelmed at home and at work.  There is so much I need to do, but I’ve so many distractions I can’t seem to do anything properly.  Anymore I just seem to be treading water.  I want to have these things done and done well.  I want to be up-to-date and on top of things the way I used to be, but getting started and keeping going have been evading me.

Getting started and keeping going.  I’ve had a lot of false starts as of late.  I need to overcome these.

I need to overcome…

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Yesterday at work I’m sitting at my computer and I start getting this odd glare.  I can’t figure out where it’s coming from, and it keeps getting in the way of what I’m trying to see.

And finally it hits me.  It’s not glare.  It’s something in my eyes.  I’m seeing these weird feathering bevels in front of everything.  I try blinking and rubbing my eyes, but I can’t get rid of them.  And then they get larger and become more like prisms with little rainbows and evruh thang.

So I begin to panic. 

See, back in the early nineties I was told (by my then optometrist) that I have the early signs of macular degeneration and that I will probably be legally blind in 20 years. 

So whenever something weird happens with my eyesight I think this is it.

I get an instant message from my hubby and I message him back what is happening to me and he messages for me to come to the clinic.   Lucky for me my hubby is the IT person in the department of ophthalmology and he can get me in just like that.

A workmate drives me to the clinic and hubby gets me in to see Dr. C.  Immediately she tells me that because the images are appearing in both eyes that it is not a sight problem and is most likely going to become a migraine.

I’ve never seen these images before a migraine.  I usually just have little flares of light, kinda like a lighter flame or a sparkler, and a migraine would come on anytime in the next 24 hours.

Because it’s me, Dr. C goes ahead with a full workup and of course can find nothing organically wrong.  She tells me they’ll prolly disappear in the next hour or so and to take something for the upcoming migraine now!

Hubby and I are walking across one of the pedways and then into an elevator when the nausea hits me and by the time we make arrive at our car in the parking garage I am in misery.

Remnants of the migraine are still with me this morning, but it’s back to work I go.  I have much to do and can’t be hanging out at home — no matter how much this little dog would rather I did:

She worked steadily at this toy until she got the squeaker out.  She’s working her way through all the cloth squeaker toys this way.  We purchased some rubber squeak toys for her, but she has little interest in them yet because she is A DOG ON A MISSION!

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