Less Than Three

Joe clearly needs to buy this for me. You know, to go with all the less than three cakes I make for him.

Limbo

I keep thinking I should write a little something here. Actually, I keep thinking I should do a lot of things. The problem is not lack of time but lack of inspiration.

See, I like to have a general idea of where life is heading. And since I left my job in late November, it seems that life is more and more in a state of limbo.

I'm unemployed but I can't start making plans for my professional future until Joe finds a new job, which might be out of the area. He's on the trail of an opportunity that 10 days ago seemed like a sure thing and now we're just waiting. We can't really plan any trips to take advantage of my free time because a) I'm unemployed so spending money freaks me out and b) I'm still undergoing physical therapy for my back and until that issue is cleared up, it's not that exciting to go on a trip that involves any amount of walking or exploring because that causes ridiculous amounts of pain.

And so I'm wandering a bit aimlessly. I'm frustrated that I don't know about the future and even more aggravated that I can't do certain things I want in the short-term because of my back. I can't even clean the house because the therapist said vacuuming was a horrible idea. (I tested this theory, by the way, and vacuumed downstairs last Friday. Guess what? She was right.)

With the lack of direction, I find myself wanting to nap all of the time. I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to realize that I need to grab control and make some changes before I allow myself to slip into a depression. Which, thanks to gloomy days and historic events in my life, I very often do this time of year even without all of the very special things happening right now.

So! Starting tomorrow (or, as you read this, today), I'm going to try finding a bit of a routine. At the very least, I'm going to start working from my desk instead of the sofa and instead of giving into the urge to nap, I'll try to get up and distract myself by doing something else.

In the meantime, yeah, I just don't have much to blog about. When I do, you'll be the first to know.

Six Word Saturday

Might run away to join circus.

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That's What Friends Are For

Physical therapy is starting to catch up with me. My body is achy and tired from the exercises that constant target my core and my left leg. I'm hopeful that this will mean long-term improvement but in the short-term, it's tempting to complain.

Monday, I cut my usual time on the recumbent bike short because I just felt miserable. Yesterday, I was determined to last the entire workout. Thanks to the proximity of Gwen, I was able to tweet around the halfway mark that I was losing steam. This was followed immediately by a response from @cbethblog:

Power through it, Cate!! :) (My run didn't feel too great this morning. Amazing how some days are just way harder than others.)

Let's hear about Beth's run in her own words:

Wow...the race Sunday was around 70 degrees. Today? 30 degrees, 19 windchill. Imagine, if you will, a short, skinny runner with stiff, post-race legs, trying to run uphill into gusting wind without being blown away like a tumbleweed

That race on Sunday? Just a little half-marathon.

Beth's tweet was just the inspiration I needed to keep going and finish my workout. Because surely if she can run in that cold windy weather with legs tired from 13.1 miles on Sunday, there's certainly no reason that I can't finish my 80 minutes on the recumbent bike in a climate-controlled room staring at the television.

Now, if only I can get her to stand over me and crack the whip while I do my PT today... Thanks, Beth!

4.0

I FINALLY got that last grade from the class I finished just before Christmas. An A. Thank goodness, because I seriously never heard a word from that instructor or got any feedback on my work so if it had been less than an A, I would've had to punch some people in the face. It's much less effort this way.

I will be contacting the school with feedback about this class with the MIA instructor. I'm happy with that A, but I also feel like I didn't learn anything from the guy. I could've just bought the textbook and read that on my own for a whole lot cheaper. I have no idea what I did right or wrong with my projects so what did I actually learn?

Still, I'm done. I need to contact the school today to see about receiving my actual program completion "stuff", whatever that may be. But the classwork is finished and I did well. I'm not a braggy girl but I worked hard and I'm glad it paid off.

Next, I get back to that plan for world domination.