Day 4 in a time of Covid-19…

Ever have one of those “my couch and me are connected at the waist” kind of days? This is my day and why I’m doing my post earlier because this day is done. Proof some days are just off.

I swapped out items at work, worked a total of 3 hours today. Tomorrow I’ll do 3.5 and I’m ok with that. I was sooo tired today, upset tummy this morning, and around lunch my sugar was low. It was just a day where my body wanted rest. You know I’m not me today because I watched Swamp People and enjoyed it. Reality TV is weird.

Highlights though…being called a dorky mom at times, box of veggies with bonus toilet paper from Tender Greens, made some yummy veggie soup, supported a mom and pop grocery store and rested. Will have to do two more workouts tomorrow but I’ll have the weekend off. Until tomorrow….

Veggie Box from Tender Greens
Low Sugar = That time of the month when my body hates me.
I played with filters. It happens.

& Week 1 is Down…Onto Week 2 and Beyond…

I’ve made it, as a semi type a through the first week of this lockdown imposed on all us Californians. I get it. Covid-19 is dangerous. It however doesn’t think about my obsession to be on the go or my constant worry about money.

So…I have decided to do a daily check in and probably will continue (like this is the motivation to get me to use the blog I pay for) to blog after. Single mom, health issues, starting over, and kinda fabulous can make for a great blog. So get ready because at the end of each day I’ll get real. I’ll show the good, the bad, and the all of living and loving in a time of Coronavirus.

A Soul to Remember

She was smart, she was a CPA, she had beautiful eyes, she was a dog mother, people trusted her advice for their finances, she baked, she created food dishes, she was a sister, a friend, a wife, a step mother, a client. She used to be a runner, like marathon type. She played the piano since age three and had a beautiful singing voice, I’m told. She was a mentor, she ran a business for more than 20 years and to her dying day would receive referrals. She was a good person who deserved so much good.

She couldn’t stop drinking. She thought she could beat alcoholism. They told her she would die if she drank again. Her liver was compromised. She switched the type of alcohol she drank. She lied. She said she was sober when she wasn’t. She swore she wouldn’t drink again. False chips and never made it to a year. Received a real 30 day chip. She was drunk on my birthday.

She died. Alcohol didn’t care how much she meant to people. Alcohol didn’t care how smart she was or talented. Alcohol wanted her dead and alcohol won.

I will miss her.