It's a Business Call

After work today I came home and laid on the floor next to Dexter as he chewed his new hoof. While I laid there, I thought about Joe and decided to call him up just to test my luck. Well, he actually answered, to which I explained that I didn't think he would and that "I just called to say asldkfj;lwjaxu." Yes, I fell over every word after 'say' and finally just stopped. I guess I was excited. I dunno. A short pause followed, and then Joe said in his Harry Carry voice "It's a business call." I died. It was hilarious. There's nothing better than when he makes me laugh heartily. And I did.

But yeah, it was that kind of day at work. In the morning treatment team meeting, I tried to answer a psychiatrist's question with a response that involved the word "clarification." Well, I tried unsuccessfully 5 or 6 times (no, really) before he told me to take a deep breath. He's actually really cool, and we joked around later. But still, I was a big ol' jackass there for a little bit. It was horrifying.

Still, today was good in the end. Though I was in a dense fog through most of work, I was able to come home, rest a bit, and then be somewhat productive. I made a salad with some of the chicken I baked yesterday and had some whole wheat bread dipped in a basil/olive oil mixture. It was good. Also, I vacuumed the living room and decided that I MUST vacuum more regularly because it's warmer now and Dexter IS shedding. Additionally, I did laundry...I even used bleach and baking soda for extra clean/freshening. It was good. And, Dexter and I went for a walk. As it turns out, when you're depressed, you may not have the energy for exercise. But when you sleep like shit all night because your eye starts twitching the moment you put your head on the pillow, you realize you gotta be active enough to work that shit out. There is currenly only minimal twitch-age, thanks to being active and gin (Paige). I feel so fortunate.