Better

This morning I woke up and said, "Screw it. I want to have my life today." So I hauled myself out of bed and just went for it.

This afternoon, I feel tired, and I think that's a leftover from the Zometa, but I'm much more myself.

I went for a (short) run with Shep this morning, sans iPod, to clear my head. I've scrubbed my bathroom, including the dreaded tub. (I used baking soda and water. Remarkable how well it works - and no nasty chemicals to breathe or wash down the drain.) I made a crock pot meal (pork marakesh - it's got red onions, ginger, apricots, and thyme....hope it's good) for dinner that is simmering away.

I have about a zillion more things to do, but that is okay. At least I don't feel like hiding today, which I did the past two days.