simply now

I'm a pretty simple girl. I'm easy, really. (My husband would interject right here, laugh and say In more ways than one. So I slept with him on our second date-- we had been friends for a year. Plus he's devastatingly handsome and charming, and I'm alarmingly seductive. Yeah.)

I don't ask for much. I'm sitting in a used office chair, made for a man, most uncomfortable. I don't have an office door and I share my desk with the new girl for now. No big deal. I let my husband have the remote and only complain a little when he puts it on the SciFi network. I am drama free.

Simple things make me happy. Not much makes me happier than the picture below, being right there, with my husband sitting nearby as well.I find being simple and easy makes my life simple and easy, which is good, but also slightly boring at times. I don't have fantastic stories to tell. As much as I want to be a story teller, I have no stories, and no real ability to create them from nothing.

There are painful things in my past, in my childhood, I could write about, but I've mentioned my brothers enough. That past belongs in the past. Then there are a few adventures from London, but they seem trapped in a haze in my mind now, trapped in the fog in which most of them occurred, their details fuzzy like I'm remembering someone else's life. It was such a departure from normality; I'm not surprised.

So I write mostly about myself, about my now.

Now I have a headache, the same headache I've had for four days running. I've tried ibuprofen and aleve both, although not too much of either one because I don't like to overdo. I guess it's a no to allergies. The first two days of this one, it was raining pretty heavily as a low front moved through. I'm beginning to think the weather, the pressure and humidity changes, are triggering a migraine for me, but a different kind than the aura-producing probably hormone caused migraines I already know I have. I can't stand to take an imitrex every time I get a headache-- they're expensive (even if insurance does pay for most of it, I still think about the $28 pill I pop every time I see the light), they make me feel funny, and I don't even like to take too much ibuprofen, much less a prescription strength megapill like this.

Now I am also glad it's Friday. So so glad. Monday will be here all too soon, but I'm going to try hard to enjoy every second of this weekend. I even have a demented plan to get up early tomorrow so I have more seconds to enjoy. Maybe try out the farmer's market. We'll see if that works out.

Now I am cracking open a diet Dr. Pepper, and now I'm living completely inside that first sip, the cold rush of carbonation to the back of my throat, tickling my nose from the inside out. I told you, simple things for a simple girl.