I'm not so thrilled with that horoscope, yes it's all positive and upbeat but it's all about great things happening at work, and at this point the best thing that could happen to me would be a layoff with a madly generous severance package. That won't be happening so it's hard to get too jazzed about a happy work horoscope.
I went to Ikea for the first time today. It's quite something - picture two Home Depots stacked on top of each other, all full of furniture and home decor stuff. I got lost. I didn't buy anything because I don't need anything, but I did sit on and fondle furniture. It's definitely meant for a younger demographic than I, Girlchild and her housemate M will go apeshit there, but I definitely got into it.
I love the Ektorp sofa and chair, I think that may just be my next living room furniture. I still love my living room furniture, beat-up as it is, but it is truly not going to move with me. The pieces are too large. My living room is the 80s "great room" concept - it's large and with a cathedral ceiling, and in order to make it not look like a big tile floored warehouse we opted for oversized and overstuffed furniture. I love my furniture even after all this time, it's a credit to our original choice that I've never had the urge to redecorate. It has been napped upon, knit upon, football-watched upon, many other things upon, and also puked upon (thanks Boris) and generally used and abused for almost 12 years, but it needs re-upholestering by now. The problem is that the pieces themselves are too big for just about anywhere else. I am scaling down in all ways, including my furniture.
So I didn't buy anything in Ikea, but I did go to Williams-Sonoma to buy the peppermint bark. I also bought Girlchild her first housewarming gift - 4 W-S dish towels. Yes, I know $16 for four dishtowels sounds outrageous, but I own around a dozen of them bought at various times, and I've had mine for TEN years. TEN YEARS of heavy use. One of the green striped ones developed a wee hole in it recently but it's still in service. They are well worth the money. So are the W-S oven mitts. Mine get demoted to grill mitts every few years when they get too tired looking, and put in another couple of years of valiant service on yard duty.
So peppermint bark and dishtowels were my morning. I'm glad I made the trek to the mall, though I have been really dragging ass for the last few days. I have learned that don't dare say out loud that I have my energy back or it goes away on me. The last 48 hours were rough, and I did run out of steam again today.
The post-aneruysm fatigue isn't over yet. I thought it was, but it isn't. I don't know if it ever really will be over. It's so hard to deal with, because I look and sound and act so normal, I don't think people really believe it when I try to describe the way I just have to shut down to recharge periodically. I think I am suspected of malingering, or something. It's a kind of fatigue I've never felt before, it's like I just can't DO anything until it passes. I am still not used to getting so tired I can't hoist my ass from the couch.
So tomorrow I'm going to use the gift certificate Girlchild gave me for my birthday - the manicure/pedicure at the chi-chi-poo-poo spa. My nails are short and stubby, but I'm in it for the aromatherapy and parrafin soak. No, it won't be a magical cure for my fatigue, but as long as I'm not good for much else I may as well have pretty toes.