Have you ever just been excited about getting out of the bed? So excited for what the day may bring? That’s how I felt this morning and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. I felt so good as I stood in the kitchen making a breakfast of cheese toast and drinking my six diet Cokes for the day. Dad is taking a day off today and says he may just let me “go” for the foreseeable future. He thinks I am back on track. And I think I am as well. I just want mental wellness and savor each day I feel sane. Each day with a peaceful mind is like the most exquisite gift from God.
There was a cold Maggie in the bed this morning with me. On a heat induced whim, I turned the thermostat down to 78 last night. I usually keep it on 82. Maggie was under the covers scratching and carrying on this morning digging at her cooties. I laughed so deeply as the covers would move wildly from her exertions and she would eventually poke her head out to see what I was laughing about. Crazy dog. She doesn’t miss a beat.
Dad and I were sitting in the den last night as he asked me how I was doing. He was particularly interested in the bulimia. I was proud to report that I am doing extremely well on that front. I have slip ups from time to time, but for the most part, I am eating well and keeping it down. The phone then rang while we were talking.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” he asked as the phone rang incessantly.
“It’s just some survey,” I replied with a surly tone. “They called earlier in the day and asked for someone over the age of eighteen. I feigned teenager to avoid the call and they said they would call back when an adult was home.”
Dad laughed. “You and your phone phobias,” he replied. “You can get things complicated just like your mother!”
The initial call caused me lots of anxiety by the way. I hate the imposition of these calls. I was put “on the spot” and certainly didn’t want to answer a survey about consumer matters.
Mrs. Florene also called me last night just before I was retiring to the bed. I could tell by the special ring my phone makes when she calls. She didn’t talk long, but wanted me to stop by today to pick up half a chocolate pound cake. JOY! She makes one of the best chocolate pound cakes in the South. We didn’t talk much about George and I was kind of glad. I miss my friend so deeply and every conversation about him reminds me of this.