After Holiday Hangover

Thanksgiving was perfectly quiet and how we like it. 

I had a lovely day with a former blogger who I made friends with several years ago. She moved back east because of love and living in North Carolina and hates it. 

So when I got down here and 90minutes to 120minutes away we were both excited (prior she lived on the other coast) 

She was kind enough to drive over in exactly 90 minutes and we spent the day chatting, laughing, shopping, drinking and eating. The typical. She wanted to go somewhere that I had never been so we went on an adventure. It was such a nice day!

That was Friday. Saturday I was feeling horrific. I had a headache, I was so tired I felt like I had been bit by one of the tsetse flies that give you sleeping sickness. 
I was in my pj's all day. Well, actually I took a shower mid-day and then put on pj's again. How bad is that? I didn't feel like eating, I just had a headache and was feeling off and very tired. Saturday was a blur. Both Rick and I were just so damn tired. 

Then Sunday I was feeling a bit better but something is off. 

I had a haircut appointment at a new place downtown. It was at 2pm. I was feeling off but had no temp so I could still get a haircut. Oh, I got it cut. I was chopped and it is so short I almost cried. Thankfully I don't have a job to go to while this grows out. This is what happens when you move. You can find doctors easily - it's hairdressers. This was the2nd one. It's a good cut, just waaaaay too short.

Anyhoo, now it's Monday, and the fatigue and "off" feeling is still here. Covid?   
It's crazy that is where our mind goes, isn't it? I went nowhere without a mask except at a restaurant to eat. Then it goes back on so I couldn't have covid, could I?

Nah.

Remember the young man who worked for us named Gary? He was a giant of a man at 6'6" and 300lbs and not fat! 

His body-building arms were the size of my thighs. 

It took Rick 2 years before he could speak with him after their parting of ways. Rick tends to hold anger and grudges. I get angry and blow up and then it's over for me. I feel strongly that holding a grudge is like you drinking poison and hoping the other person will hurt. No sense, let it go. 

You don't have to forget but let the anger and a grudge go. 

I would talk to Gary every once in a while but Rick never had. 

Recently he touched base with Rick and Rick was open to talking to him. 

Gary is around 43-45 years old. Gary has Leukemia. 

That is why he wanted to talk to Rick. Now I got it. Amends I suppose. 

They talked for a good long time and were laughing. Nothing about the job and how he left, but they laughed about the naked women and men who answered their doors and the crazies they encountered daily. Then he dropped this tidbit of having leukemia on Rick. Rick asked about his treatment and he said medication for the rest of his life however long that will be. He has a son in 2nd or 3rd grade. I hope it's a long life. This boy needs his daddy. He was smart and never married that baby's mother.  She was a bad human being. I don't say that lightly. I have only met 2 people like her in my life and it makes me shiver just thinking about her. 

That was my exciting couple of days. Oh yes, there was that holiday in there which was quiet for us. Just like the way we like our holidays. No drama.