Sunday, July 09, 2006

Long Day

Spent the entire day yesterday at the doctors, took my poor son with me because I was planning on going to YJ Harmonys’ meditation afterwards I didn’t even come close it had been over for couple of hours by the time I was finished. I don’t understand how going to the doctors and sitting in a chair for five hours doing nothing can be so exhausting. When I left I was so tired I felt like sitting down in the middle of the street and crying, I came home and lay down to tired to undress I went to sleep still wearing my blue jeans and my glasses.

The cat woke me up walking on the bed beside me when she curled up next to me I remembered that I don’t have a cat anymore. I got up and visited Beyond the Fields We Know she has some beautiful posts I would look at each post and think the same thing “oh wow, beautiful!” I started laughing at myself for being so repetitive.


pepektheassassin said...

Good to hear from you again! Hope you got to catch up on your rest on this "day of rest."

pepektheassassin said...

PS How is the house-hunting thing going?

pepektheassassin said...

PPS The cat thing was very funny! I dreamed last night that I lived across the street from D. Rumsfeld! How's that for a nightmare???

silverlight said...

My dear, do not let those medical people make you wait like that. Next time, call and ask how long you have to wait to get in. I mean! You HAVE an appointment. It is your right to protest their inefficiency. I have always taken exception to that kind of cavlier treatment. I no longer have to wait more than 20 minutes. Maybe 25. I tell, them, that even though I came to see a Doctor. This is not my life. My time is quite as valuable as their's.
By,the way, that was your cat. She is always with you.

kerrdelune said...

I loved this post, so much to think about and many thanks for the BTFWK mention too. This is MY starting place in the morning, and it always charges me up so beautifully and gives me so much to think about. Thank you!

Your little visiting cat was trying to make you feel better - my golden retriever still visits me whenever he thinks I need a lift, and he passed away years ago.