On Tuesday I posted here that I thought I was getting sick. I wasn't feeling all that great then and I was feeling even worse on Wednesday. I really hate getting sick, but if I have to be sick, I'm glad it's now and not a couple weeks ago when I had all sorts of stuff going on. Thursday I was feeling a lot better, though not 100%. I figured I was feeling well enough to get back to the gym. As much as I don't really care for going, I need to go, both physically and psychologically. I always feel a million times better afterwards and am always glad I went. So I went. And a little while after getting home I was feeling even more run down than I'd felt the day before. So that was a dumbass move on my part. Today I woke up not feeling as good as I did yesterday. One thing I hate about myself is I push myself too hard sometimes. I really could have used at least one more day to rest up. But I didn't let myself, because sometimes I think I'm Superman. So today I'm feeling a little worse, so it's a good idea to just go home from work and rest. Except by the time I left work I was feeling pretty good. So I went again. And right now I feel like I want to sleep for a month. I don't always take my best interests into account when I make decisions. Tomorrow I'm without a car while it's in the shop, so I'll be forced to lounge around the house and rest. We'll see what dumbass move I do instead.
I was off work all week last week. I had my Texas family here until Wednesday and I contemplated going back to work on Thursday, but I had a dentist appointment for Thursday and I didn't really want to go in for a couple of hours only to have to leave again. So I took the whole week off. After the dentist on Thursday I had a few errands I needed to run. Last on the list was Target for a few items I needed to pick up. I wandered the store grabbing what I needed. The last item was fabric softener (this is riveting, isn't it?) and I started to make my way to that aisle. Half way there, I realized I forgot paper towels, so I backtracked to that aisle, grabbed what I needed and then made my way to the fabric softener aisle. As I turned into the aisle, I saw a woman and her two kids walking up from the opposite end. I paid them only a second of attention until my brain screamed at me that the woman might actually be someone I used to know. I debated very quickly whether or not to say her name and decided to. "Jen?" I asked. She stopped and then there was that second of "who the hell are you" from her before it hit her. Now you need to know, I have not seen Jen since 1989. We were both living in the Kingston area (about an hour south of here). I moved out of there in January of 1990 and fell out of touch with a lot of people. We reconnected maybe a year ago on Facebook. She is living up here now, though probably 40 minutes north of me. It was such a bizarre thing to happen. I'm not usually in a Target on a Thursday afternoon and she's not usually this far south, but just happened to be. We chatted for a little bit, but the tiny bladder on one of her young sons prevented a lengthier conversation. I love when crazy shit like that happens.