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Doing mindful meditation now. It helps. Would like to find a local class, but the only stuff around is mixed with new age crystals and aromatherapy. I’d prefer a purer approach. Mindful meditation, done correctly without the concomitant voodoo is my preference; I’m not so great wind chimes and organic incense.

Morgen is now twice the size she was when I adopted her. At five pounds something ounces she’s probably going to double again in size, but she pretty much already rules the house. Grown cats fear her, and she has the younger cat wrapped around her furry little paw. I know I was hoping somewhere hidden deep inside that she’d be some kind of Selkie reincarnation. Having her around reminds me that each cat is their own person, and makes their own mark on the universe. I’m still trying to get her to learn to sit on my shoulder the way Selkie loved to be carried, but Morgen is teaching me that she’ll be carried the way she pleases, thank you very much. Cats continue to give perspective and insight. My life is richer for that.

After killing myself at work for years, I have been informed that I am not to come in early and Im to minimize the staying late thing while I’m at it. Something in me snapped. I am now able to walk away from work. I now longer check the work other people do when “helping” with items assigned to me; they sign it, they can take the fall. I walk away at the end of the day with a pile on my desk bigger than the pile I left the day before and if it bothers me, I’ve buried it deeply enough that I’m not aware of it. When they come to their senses and realize how much I was getting done, I’m not going to return to the sixty-hour weeks. Let someone else do it.

The Veloster I purchased in October of 2014 was finally paid off last weekend. Still the most fun I’ve ever had driving. As pitiful as it sounds, I still can’t get over heated seats and a back-up camera. I also can’t get over beating out that stupid Scooby-Do with the tin can tailpipe on my way to work last week; his car was drowning out my Apocalyptica and getting on my nerves.

Most recent medical intrigue to add to my list of “it couldn’t happen to a nicer girl” is adhesions in my left shoulder. Lost about half my range of motion; orthopedist today assured me it wasn’t a torn rotator cuff and prescribed PT. Beats another surgery; I’m getting tired of keeping track of the scars.

The Prof is doing well on his PhD work, and with luck he might get the degree in a year or so. We’re talking about moving to Oregon once he’s done if we can locate a job for him there. The government is likely to have positions open in the area, and if they don’t maybe it’s time to retire. Ideally I’ll hang in there for six more years and collect full Social Security based on my current salary, but I could probably be persuaded to take an underpaid life of leisure instead. That’s a few years down the road though, so all I get to do is muse and dream.

One item off the bucket list: I now have blue streaks in my hair. Should have done it years ago, but never too late.