jakorte's blog

Not real sure what’s going on here. Lately I’m the kind of upbeat, cheerful person I’d most likely consider slapping if they gave me one of those “glass half full” speeches. I’m behind in my craft project. I don't know the when or how of holiday plans, yet. I still haven’t see a surgeon re: my hernia, etc. It’s not like I haven’t been trying there, either. Now I only give my first name when I call and ask if there have been any other cancellations. No exercise = no sleeping.

No exercise = no sleeping. I’m a perpetually tired-wired... and prone to a lot of hugging. Miss Fred’s become surprisingly tolerant for an average of 15 seconds per episode hug, so Harley Blu’s getting most of them. Sometimes even he’s a bit “enough already!” The hug addiction spills over into work, or running into someone I haven’t seen for a bit at the market. Then there’s the ever ready virtual {hug} – given and received freely in black and white.

In a world where the color spectrum colors our seasons, I’m buying into the red-green season effect. Everyone seems nicer. Even if they are only saying Happy Holidays because they have been instructed to. Before pain meds, if I was required to give a non-sincere, non- internally-generated greeting I’d have been happy to flatly comply, perhaps with a slightly implied sarcastic inflection. Oops, that’s another little problem with pain meds; they make me inordinately truthful, spurting out normally silent snarks. It’s been mentioned that I seem to be sillier. Some people just weren’t aware of my hilarity potential. Others were woefully ignorant of my ace-accurate ability to bite and bark out the absurdities of some truths.

There are just some places where self-restriction is required. Too much revealing of one’s inner inappropriate self isn’t a good thing. I babble sometimes; thought leakage. Stuff trickles out. That saying about not having an inner filter – doesn’t apply to me. GOD only knows, there’s still a lot dammed up behind those barely open release valves. So, yeah, while its well-known that erosion widens gaps, I don’t expect to a grand canyon anytime soon. HE’s got a lot of sculpting to do. And, I’ve got to learn to not resist.