When did I stop taking photos? I used to document everything. From my first coffee all the way through the end of the day. Pictures of nature, friends, family, food, drinks… and now I rarely take a photo.
My coffee cup yesterday morning, I specifically chose, reminding myself that I am awesome. Even though I really wasn’t feeling it.
I also wasn’t feeling this outfit… the top half… cute… the bottom half of the outfit had me feeling heavy and gross. When I’m the heaviest weight I’ve been, it’s hard to feel cute. So, I only documented the top half. Plus, my makeup… da bomb!
We had a long day, including the funeral home, so Scott and I went to a brewery to decompress with beer and dinner. It also happened to be trivia night, which we decided to play. Where they even mentioned manatee day… which had me singing again because Silly Songs With Larry is a thing. Hehehe.
So today (Thursday the 27th), I had real intentions of taking a photo of my cup. Did it happen? Nope. I was focused on taking pills and timing my food. The pain was/is a big deal today. Oh, well.
I did, however, take a photo of this goofball. I never thought I’d ever have a dog in the house, and here we are… proud grand-puppy parents. I still am not a fan of all the dog hair and dog smell, but gosh, she’s cute. She’s also great company when I’m owie and don’t want to move from the couch. She lays on the floor near me and gives me these cute moments or stretches out for a nap.
Today also brought dinner and drinks with hockey folks from Scott’s beer league… did I take a photo at dinner? Nope. Because, apparently, I forget those things now. We all then headed over to Swallow Hill to support another one of the hockey peeps… Rodney Rice who opened for Matt Axton. Both bands were amazing. I did get photos of each of them. I’m super proud of that feat. Srsly, when did taking photos become so hard for me?
So now, here I am still writing, and what was today is now yesterday because it’s past midnight. I guess the point of this, though, is that I am writing again. It doesn’t matter when it’s happening, just that it is. Also, because, at least for now, these musings are just for me… a journal of sorts.
So I guess that’s it for today… I’m hoping tomorrow brings a coffee picture. One can hope. But for now… I hope your cups were tasty ☕️