off day

i am feeling a lot better today, but i'm not sure exactly why.  i'm not complaining about that either, just that this was a weird sort of day and having gotten some things done is and was an accomplishment.

i got up with prayer and decided i'd cut the grass today.  i had coffee and water, took meds and insulin, had breakfast and watched a bit of television.  then i suited up and gassed up the mower and got started, just about 8 in the morning, have mercy.  i didn't know if it was going to rain or not, so i wanted to get it done.  plus, i'd skipped my walk and i'm trying to stay on the exercise path at the moment.  i got it done, Joe cut the back hill for me, and then i refreshed with ice water.  Syd and Joe went so she could get her pants and whatnots for school.  i took a bath, washed my hair and shaved my face.  i messed around online a bit and then got ready to go to the store.

i'd talked to Lonnie, and what i knew was coming had come.  his child, who basically threw a hissy fit upon learning that Lonnie didn't have the money to send her to Arizona for school because the school jacked up the price on them, and of course got her way which involved herself, her girlfriend and the sick cat being driven across the country by Lonnie, his wife and son, and them having to take a plane home...she's not doing well on her third day of school and is ready to come home.  and while Lonnie says she's going to have to work it out, i'm fairly sure he'll end up making arrangements to get her home.  she's had health issues for the last two years of school.  she's struggled with classes.  i'm sure her decision to go no matter what had more to do with talks between her and  her significant other moreso than any individual thought involved, but of course it means Lonnie has to work like a fucking slave to see to her tantrum.  its his child, he can raise her how he feels is best however.

i talked to Rachel briefly, my mom briefly and went to the store to get dinner.  i got Syd and I some lunch as Joe and she are having some issues that point toward Syd essentially toying with this poor fool.  but also none of my business.  i find myself thinking, however, that a person with a malleable gender chooses to be the sex they were born with and begin acting just like the worst of their gender.  but that's not my business.

i put a song together and have to get lyrics done for it.  i am tired, i've eaten dinner and taken night insulin and meds.  i miss hanging with Rachel but who knows how it's all going to turn out.  i'm weary, so i'm going to thank God for this day and i'm done.