Lately, it has been a lot of the same stuff, different day. Wake up, work on reselling for 8 hours, with a 20-45 minute break for lunch, make dinner, and then watch tv for the rest of the evening.
I have been working hard on writing drafts of listings for the Marketplace platforms. I was challenging myself to power through DAYS of writing drafts without photographing anything. I am actually excited about it. I am planning themed drops of new listings. I am trying to take it a bit more seriously.
I am doing everything I can right now to bring money in. We’re back at the point in the month where we have to worry about rent, and I am not entirely sure where that money is coming from. I only have about 160 banked. I am confident that the fifty listings I have banked so far will kick the algorithm into working in my favor. Sales will come.
I have a few more bags and bins to go through, and there is always something new coming through. I have been incredibly fortunate in that aspect. The universe always provides.
The other day, Rick made THE most amazing black beans in the instant pot. I was delighted that he decided to try a new recipe, and just went for it. He put an orange in with beans, onion, and spices. Every bite was amazing. He made two pounds, a pot of white rice with a little adobo seasoning. There was enough beans to last DAYS. I am so thankful for that.
I have the type of ADHD (maybe a touch of autism thrown in there) that makes me very particular about food textures. I like meals that you can eat out of a bowl. I call it mush. I like rice with veggies and a protein, all softer textures, and saucy if I can help it. I love pasta. Oatmeal. Yogurt. Soup. All good. I will find ways to make meals in bowls. Just a weirdo trait of mine.
I am going to make a pot of coffee and hope I can get with it. I have not been sleeping. A lot of pain. The usual pain includes my knees, my left upper arm. But last night, I had a throbbing, intense pain in my left ear. It was terrible. I laid there for quite a while trying to decide whether or not this was going to be an emergency room visit. If you know me, you know I will avoid the ER at all costs. But this was a newer and much different pain. I was so exhausted, I finally fell asleep. It was a one time occurrence, but I still tossed and turned all night.
The night before, I blamed the insomnia on the fact that our apartment was going to have an inspection for plumbing leaks. We cleaned the apartment and I was proud of our achievements. Rick did A LOT. It was mostly just putting things away. The apartment was not dirty, just had adhd piles everywhere. Yesterday, we assumed it would be the complex manager’s husband coming around. It was not. At about 10:00 a plumber came by. Was in the apartment all of thirty seconds, and left.
Apparently, someone has had a toilet that runs 24/7 and they did not report it. The complex pays for water, so when they saw a dramatic increase in usage, they had a feeling… because this is the second time it has happened. This time, it was the newer people upstairs. I notice that they spend an awful lot of time in the shower, or bath. Like an hour of water running, daily. Maybe they use showers as stress relief or something. I do hope that our complex doesn’t decide to put in individual meters and make us pay for it.
I just took a few minutes for self-care. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, applied some witch hazel on my face and neck, spritzed on some aromatherapy, and put clothes on. Are the clothes clean? The jeans, no. The shirt, kinda. I don’t really care. I am not going anywhere. I just wanted to feel half human. I would actually love nothing more that to go back to bed for a few hours. I wouldn’t even touch my phone. I would actually attempt a nap.
I am fighting the urge to surrender. Wave the white flag of fatigue. I know I am going through a flare up lately. It’s that moving through concrete feeling again. Everything I have read says it is “just” a fibromyalgia flare. I added the “just”. I guess I always hope that we could discover a core reason why, but that is the nature of fibromyalgia. I have a bad habit of gaslighting myself into thinking that fibro is not a legitimate condition, and maybe that is based on the treatment I have received from others, including doctors.
I am trying to balance the self deprecating bs with listening to my body’s cues. Not just listening, but heeding it. Most days, I hit a bump around 9:30, as I have been awake for a few hours. If I power through, I can make it to 11:00 or so. Rick and I are almost always on the same schedule, so we take a break to eat and watch an episode of Jeopardy or Batman. Then I can work until 2:00, when I hit a wall.
The past few days, I have been forgoing my afternoon horizontal time in favor of working, instead. We shall see how that works out. I am not sure how motivated I am just now.
I made three ingredient peanut butter cookies yesterday. Super easy- 1 cup peanut butter, 1 cup brown sugar, 1 egg. Combine ingredients with a rubber spatula until dough forms. Roll spoonful of dough in hands and place on baking sheet with parchment paper. Use fork to press balls of dough into discs, crossing the tines and creating a crosshatch pattern in the dough. Bake in a 350 degree oven for 9-10 minutes. TRUST YOUR NOSE! When you smell toasty nuts, pull the baking sheet out. Leave cookies on the baking sheet for 30 minutes to firm up. These are super yummy!
There is still a good amount of black beans for dinner tonight, so that means my day will be even easier. I think I am going to give work the old college try, at least for a little bit.
I hope you are all having an okay week. Anyone planning on cooking anything delicious? Cool plans? Good news?
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