Rearranging

I have been walking around downstairs, getting used to it. It's the fact that I can walk into the dining/living room and then walk right into the kitchen and back again; I can do laps around my house.
Those of you who had been in our townhouse when we first got it will remember. There were two doorways leading to the living room, one from the hall and one from the kitchen. We needed a place for the big freezer, and at the time it made sense to put in right next to the refrigerator/freezer duo - blocking the doorway. On the other side was a bookcase. Later on, the bookcase got moved to the kitchen as a pantry and was replaced by a display case.
A few days ago, Adam moved everything.
The big freezer is now against the wall where the gray pantry was. The gray pantry and brown pantry are against the wall near the doorway. In the living room, the display case is next to the bar, which now holds the television. The dining table is more toward the center of the room. There is that second doorway again. I call it the lap runner doorway. I once chased Jupiter in laps around the downstairs like that. The cat loved it.

Of course, I expect my husband to alter and shift and change things around, but I am getting used to that as well.

Hey, look, pictures.
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Wake and Think and Walk

The intense fatigue has not gone away. Been like this since Wednesday. I've been gritting my teeth too much.
Charlotte, who knows my mind eerily well, was my sounding board on Friday for my writer's block frustration. She offered suggestions I had not considered. I am trying, I am trying.
At 7-11, I discovered Upshot Energy Drink, particularly the Pomegranate and 5Berry flavors, which contain acai and goji respectively. Oh gods, yes. 5Berry definitely battled the fibromyalgia fatigue on Saturday, and it won for a good while.
I have an urge to walk all the way to 7-11 and all the way back just to buy a handful of each. I should walk. I should put on my boys' size 3 breathable sneakers, and a coat, and I should walk.

Later: I walked around the neighborhood. I can always go to 7-11 later. 7-11 is forever, after all.

http://io9.com/5158091/wormholey-s-darko-trailer-arrives-judge-at-will
I want to see this very much. I also find myself with a crush on Daveigh Chase.

I would love to see National Shut Up Day.

faith in grammar

http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/7043962.html

*falls over laughing* (Yes, literally - off the couch)

For "all intensive purposes" *shudder* this Metaquote is fantastic.

*I hate the phrase "for all intensive purposes." Worst eggcorn ever. How on earth do you get "intensive" out of "intents and"?

Being Alice: Stuck In Third Gear

*sighs and shuts eyes tightly for a moment*

Adam and I were in the kitchen. I had marinated some chicken breasts in a blend of sesame oil, soy sauce, and minced garlic. He was cooking them and browsing the kitchen for lunch options for tomorrow. I was standing near the sink when it hit. I felt it pool at the bottom of my spine and begin to creep upwards. I grabbed onto the sink counter and my hands clenched until my nails bit into my palms. Every single muscle in my upper back tightened. I couldn't speak. I could barely move. I breathed, and breathed, and breathed. Adam was talking. He spoke toward me, from the freezer. He closed the freezer door and asked, "...don't you think?"
I couldn't answer.
I heard his footsteps. "Jo?" he asked. "You okay? Joanna?"
Some muscles in my legs and my obliques clenched intensely. My teeth clenched. My mouth pursed. I wanted to cry.
"Honey?" he asked, closer now. "Do you need to sit down?"
I exhaled like someone battling demonic possession. The muscles in my upper arms clenched and jerked, and my head jerked. My eyes shut tightly.
He peered at my face and said, "Okay" half under his breath.
I felt Adam's arms go around my waist. My arms immediately crossed and pressed into my ribs. My husband picked me up and began to walk. Since my legs were not supported, they curled in and up and tightened. I felt Adam lower me into a chair. I began to breathe harshly again, fighting to push it out. I leaned forward and bent down, clenching and unclenching my hands. Gradually it dissipated and flowed out of my brain and dissolved and was gone. I took several deep sweet breaths. I got up and went back into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, which I drank half of quickly. I watched Adam putting baby carrots in zipper storage bags. We talked. Adam told me that it looked as though I was holding on for dear life and he figured it would be best if I were sitting down, so I didn't fall. We discussed speed and car analogies. Mine involved holding on to the bumper of a speeding car. Adam suggested a better analogy involving gear shifts, particularly third. Being unable to slow down, holding on desperately as everything sped up.

I recovered, and helped him make chicken sandwiches for tomorrow's lunch.
We will be going to bed at the same time. Adam needs to be up at five in the morning, and I need to sleep deeply.

None of this surprises me, with the consistent fatigue that has lasted half a week. It happens.

Association Meme 2

The Association Meme, continued. If you would like to leave a comment associating me with five things, leave a comment here. I will reply in kind with five things I associate you with.

unico_love associates me with:

Beauty: I think everyone has the potential to be beautiful, and it is how they present themselves, what they do in the world, that is a large part of makes their beauty shine.

Writing: My lifeblood. When I was younger and rarely had friends, writing was everything, and writing and reading filled my life. It was not a matter of wanting to be a writer, but needing to be, deeply knowing in my bones that I was meant to write. I was full of Story; I was overflowing with Stories. I just want to get them out and tell them, which is why my current case of writer's block is so devastating and heartbreaking. However, I feel that I am indeed starting to push through and win the fight, and I will soon finish a work ten years in the making.

Paganism: I think I was always pagan, in some form, even when I didn't know it. I am and will likely always be an eclectic pagan. It is hard for me to choose a path, because there are so many options. I just feel so at peace with this kind of faith; it feels extraordinarily right to me. I do not hide my spirituality, nor will I defend it. I am who I am, and I love it deeply.

Foxes: My favorite animal next to the cat. Also one of my spirit animals, next to the cat and a few other spirit animals. My connections to the fox deepened when I began dating the man who would become my husband, as his main spirit animal was the fox.

Red Lipsticks: I have this weird passion for very specific, particular shades of red lipstick. I find that the right red lipstick will brighten my whole face and give me a passionate, flushed look. I hate orange reds and purple reds, leaning more toward dark, deep red with undertones of blue, pink, wine, or brown. I currently own five red lipsticks from different brands, all very similar in shade, which is a flushed, just kissed, pomegranate kind of red.