I've been feeling a little blue and foggy.
Could be the underactive thyroid gland. That's also why I have half the usual amount of hair, I am told. But I have reached a certain age, met a new friend "Peri" who my doctor says will be with me for the next 15 years, and now I put stoppers on my half-full bottles of beer because a full one gives me night sweats.
Red wine is right out. Damn.
Oh, and Z is soon to turn 14. I think it was the long weekend where she fretted over her birthday and we didn't go anywhere that brought in the fog. Note to self: Plan a life and do it!
I'm glad I don't live in Alaska with the dark winter. For sure I'd need the treadmill. That's what's keeping the remaining hairs in my head right now. My sneakers are worn out, right through the foam. I was wondering why my feet felt hot -- it was the friction with the treadmill, heat coming through my thinning shoes.
On the lighter side, E has requested a knitted hat. First he wanted robots on it, but then later the choice was made for Space Invaders motifs. Here's the chart I'm working from.
The gun turret at the bottom could also be mistaken for the Capitol, which is appropriate.
