That’s me today. Totally mopey and full of fret.

Taylor and our buddy Dave are out riding and I didn’t even want to go with them.

Part of it, I’m sure, is the spring weather.  Sure, there are nice, sunny days where you just want to rejoice.  But there is also rain.  And gloom.  And rain.  And grey.  And rain.

You get my point.

Part of it is not having any thyroid medicine.  My insurance is all buggered up until the fifteenth or so when I have a phone meeting thing set up to fix it.  I could easily just go pay for the meds out of pocket but since I know she’s (the doc) going to change them once i see here, it doesn’t make much sense. I’ll just deal with the tired, icky feeling for another week or so and it won’t kill me.

Part of it is money.  Then again, it always is.  Meh.  Money sucks.

On a happy note, Taylor whacked the living hell out of my boobies the other morning along with morning sex.  Both were a blast and it got me to thinking how, even though we intentionally avoid marking up or torturing my tits very often, it sure is fun to do it occasionally.  And how, because we do it so rarely, it also rarely crosses our minds to do it.  And how, much as I hate to ask for stuff, it’s something I’m going to be asking for more often.  :)  

On another happy note, I’ve been much quicker lately to jump up when Taylor asks for something or even notice before he has to ask that he needs something.  I fluctuate a lot with anticpatory service so I’ve been feeling pretty good about getting it “right” lately.  Yay me!

And that is about it for today.  I’m going to brew up a fresh cup of coffee, grab my book and just chill until I have to make dinner.

p.s. My kid just said I was mopey cuz Allison went home last night.  It’s untrue but it goes to show we think about Idol in this house WAY too often.

p.p.s. Danny Dorky is “coming home” and I have to live in his home town.  This means the news is filled with absolutely nothing but all the stupid shit he’s going to do while he’s here.