Excuse me, but when did we become so socially stunted as a culture that we now flip the finger at people who drive the speed limit? In a school zone, no less? I was vehicularally assualted today en route to pick up my daughter from school. Mr. Testosterone, driving a behemoth pick-up truck (behind me) doggedly tailgated my car to the point of buggery. As I pulled over to park on the side of the road, I was greeted with a middle finger stuck out his rolled-down window. This was followed by the rabid suggestion that I 'hurry up!' as he gunned his truck down the street.
I have to admit my first instinct was to let the Irish in me surface and return the gesture. I used to be intimidated by these pedal-to-the metal doofuses and would speed up a little, letting them rattle me. Hormonal fluctations now rule much of my life. This needs no explanation. As such, I have no reluctance to sloooooowwww dooooowwwwnnnn, just for spite. Must I now slap a bumper sticker on my car's ass that reads: THIS IS A SODOMY-FREE ZONE. GET OFF MY ASS!
On to less volatile subject matter. I had the energy to see my therapist, stroll through a garden nursery and do a few errands before I had to call it a 4-hour day. Just another manic Monday. It's all about pacing. Still, I petered out in the late afternoon. My gut has been bothering me the last few days (IBS, indirectly related to the fibro.) but we don't have to go there. Suffice it to say I'm more bloated than William Shatners' ego and/or face.
Spent a quiet evening watching TV with my hubby. Here's something eery: I predicted the hockey game almost to a tee, including the score, no O/T, and when goals would be scored. I had a 'psychic flash' during the first part of the game. Note to self: hone psychic skills for future lottery windfalls.
Insomnia is a bitch tonight. I seem to develop more pain later in the evening, which can interfere with sleep. And, my mind never shuts up.
Let's see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I will gain clarity on what to do with my writing. The desire is there. I know it is what I want and (should be doing.) I need to focus on what to write about, what format? Where should I concentrate my energy? A book? A blog? A website? To fibro or not to fibro. Fiction? Non? Novel? Articles? Internet? So many questions, too many options and not enough wisdom or experience to decide. Any suggestions from a wise guardian angel (preferably computer-literate) would be greatly appreciated.
Ciao for now.