June 4th, 2019

So much better

Yesterday was miserable. I felt like crap all day. And not the kind of crap you could fix by just going to bed. It was weird and miserable. Even sitting still, my breathing was shallow and more panting than breathing and I think, that, alone, just made me feel like crap.

I did not have any trouble sleeping. I had this one hilarious dream about Jesse Tyler Ferguson. I could not remember his name. I kept thinking that it was Neal Patrick Harris and knowing it wasn't. This went on for a long time. I think it's a clear indication of a massive amount of dead brain cells.

I did not even try to go swimming. I woke up about 4:45 and went back to sleep. My regular pool is probably fine now. I probably could have done my swim without issue but really there is no reason to push it. Tonight I have a ticket to the Mariners game so I'll be out late and so will sleep in tomorrow, too.

I feel compelled to swim ever day but why? Would it be so bad if I only went 4 or 5 days a week? I swim because I love it but I also swim because it's the only exercise I have the patience for. If I learned that I only had one week to live, I'd still go swimming at least a couple of times and maybe more during that week. This is a conversation/debate I have with myself once in a while. I never get real resolution.

It's part of the cost of living alone without a lot of people you see face to face often. You get into this bubble of yourself with no critical feedback. LJ gives me some but mostly I just debate with myself and/or remain oblivious to the obvious.

My mother, once, when we were discussing the merits of staying single, pointed out that if I did not marry or live with someone "You'd never have anyone, as you go out the door, tell you your slip is showing."

There are way many more magical, wonderful, freeing things about living alone than there are downsides but not having a metaphorical slip checker is a big one on the con side.

Wow. That was a side track.

And I just interrupted this entry to get more coffee and do a couple of more things and totally ran out of breath so maybe swimming would not have been fun. I think today I'll just hang and do not much. I don't have anything that I have to do so it will be fine. I have the last two episodes of Unforgotten to watch and then several other series to tackle while I crochet.

I won't leave for the ballpark until 5. The game weather appears to be perfect. The shade hits my seat before the gates even open tonight and it will not be crowded at all. A Tuesday night ... we're the worst team on record and we're playing the best. Ha. Not even a contest. But, in my case, great food and just a lovely evening.

favorite lyics

Every once in a while one of these interminably long numbered memes turns up something that makes me want to join in for one minute.

And here's my contribution for today's minute. It never fails to delight me.

Best line ever in a song or most anywhere else: There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion.

Stripes by Brandy Clark


You were lyin' there with nothing on
But a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde
I can't believe you'd do that on our bed
I got a pistol and I got a bullet
And a pissed off finger just'a itchin' to pull it

The only thing keepin' me from losin' my head
Is I hate stripes and orange ain't my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearin' one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin' your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes

I could fall in love with the prison guard
I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard
Don't think hard time would be that hard on me
I could pick up trash on the side of the road
But I'd die if I saw someone I know

Ain't the chains, it's the clothes that's stoppin' me
I hate stripes and orange ain't my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearin' one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin' your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes

Oh, and one shot ain't worth a bad mugshot
God knows I wouldn't be caught holdin' up a number
While the whole town's starin' at the picture
In the paper of me wearin' stripes

There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin' your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes
And orange ain't my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearin' one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin' your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes