As you may have noticed from the tone of my comments, I am having A Bit of a Day.  But I want to keep nothing from you, my nice blog friends (well, almost nothing).  So I will give you a bit of a rundown on everything I have been dealing with.

First, I am a wee bit sensitive to SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder).  I wake up perky and happy and energetic (I always do, it’s infuriating to other people, my babyhood and toddler years were a bit torturous for my poor parents.  Lots of hitting their faces and saying “get UP! Get up get up!”), but by the time it gets to be an hour after sundown I am increasingly low energy and just want to be in my apartment with super bright lights on eating high in Vitamin D foods (when I start craving sardines and runny egg yolks, I know it’s fall).

(Know why they are sad?  Not enough eggs and sardines!  You need to load up if you are going to do fall in a temperate climate!  A simple change of diet could have solved all their problems)

 

Last night, after making an emergency run to the store for more sardines, I braved the outside after dark in order to go to the church quilting group.  There are 5 babies coming in the next few months (FIVE!) so we have to quilt like mad women (well, mad women who quilt) and I couldn’t afford to miss even one meeting.

(See all these adorable religious children?  Somewhere in the background are an overworked group of women going “I can’t believe how many kids were born in one year!  How can we make them all new baby quilts????”)

 

I was already a little off because of being outside after dark with SAD, and then I was even more thrown off because this is the friend who had the serial killer kill someone in front of her house a couple weeks ago.  So I was NOT looking forward to walking down that particular stretch of sidewalk.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkSIRZ4k1ds

(Needed Hijra’s to protect me)

 

Luckily another quilting group member showed up at the same time as me, so we hobbled together for protection (she is 80+ and has a cane) and got to the house safely.  And then quilt-quilt-quilt, came up with a cute idea for matching quilts for the twins that are coming, and were generally very productive.  And then it was time to go back to the car, all by myself since the other two were going the other direction home.  So I did a mad dash for the car, got in and heaved a sigh of relief.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3z5pedZyANY

(Not a mad dash so that I could find a place out of the rain to make out with Aamir, that would have been far more fun that running in fear from a serial killer)

 

All of that was yesterday, today at one minute past midnight I was still up and super stressed out about Dog Hazel’s vet appointment today.  I have never been afraid of going to the doctor for myself, but somehow with Dog Hazel, I am absolutely terrified about every little thing and I was sure the vet was going to tell me she was horribly diseased or something.  So I was up well past midnight, finally went to bed and tossed and turned and worried, was up already at 6am still stressed, stressed myself through the morning giving Dog Hazel random hugs while she wondered why I was so weird, and then got ready to go to work a few minutes early for once.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcILZ21m6Wk

(I was nobly suffering Shahrukh and Aish, and Hazel was all the wedding guests going “what the heck is happening?”)

 

At which point I started having a hard time finding my purse.  I looked and looked and looked, and my apartment really isn’t that big.  Plus I could find my quilting bag, so clearly I’d brought that in.  I finally decided that I must have left it in the car, tearfully put the leash on Hazel (sure that this was the last time and she was never coming home alive), and went down to the car.  No purse.

(Like Shahrukh searching for Rani, so was I searching for my purse.  Also, notice how in times of stress I turn to Shahrukh songs?)

 

Locked Hazel in the car (traumatizing her on her last happy day on earth before unknown disease killed her!), ran back to the apartment, really really looked, no luck.  Then looked for the phone number of the woman who hosted quilting last night, no luck with that either.  Ran back to the car desperately texting people to see if they might have her number,and my boss to say I would be late because I had to get my purse.

(One of those epic quest journeys you just can’t delay)

 

Then drove over to her house, realizing as I went that a) I did not have my driver’s license because it was in the purse and I was therefore driving illegally and b) this meant I would be in her neighborhood at the exact time and place that the murder happened two weeks ago.  Got there, parked half up on the curb in my hurry, stood in front of the house and waved and thank goodness she was sitting by the front window and let me in.  And there was my purse sitting by the table.  I thanked her, petted her dog (her healthy happy dog, unlike mine that was doomed, DOOMED!), and ran back to the car.

(Mission successful!)

 

Drove to work, managed to only be 15 minutes late (a miracle!) and then worked worked worked and got increasingly stressed over the vet.  Finally left for the vet, a complete bundle of nerves, and the vet looked at Dog Hazel and she is FINE!  Needed another rabies shot and some other boosters, but the weird bump on her leg was just a blood blister, and her red gums are just red colored, and her funny way of sitting is just how she sits.

(all this excitement wore her out utterly)

Post-Vet, my sister bought me lunch (long distance online ordering is a wonderful magical thing) and I worked worked worked some more, while Dog Hazel went “wah wah wah” next to my desk making sure I knew all about the mean people who stuck her with needles.  She was all friendly to them in the vet’s office, but as soon as we come home it’s all “I am the most miserable and put upon dog in the world!!!!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr4bk4aYiow

(Picture this, but somehow more heartbreaking, and you will have an idea of how much Dog Hazel is whining today)

 

And now it is the end of the day and the nerves and lack of sleep from last night are finally hitting me and all I want to do is go back to my apartment and sit under a blanket on the couch and whimper. Dog Hazel will probably sit next to me doing the same thing.  Life is hard!  The world is hard!  I just want to huddle under my sunlamp and eat sardines and watch happy movies!

(I’m not this far gone yet, but someday I may have to pull the “in case of emergencies, Manam” tag)