I am so glad to know about the salsa. I thought I was some sort of nut. Chipolte salsa, I have been eating jars of it. Arlene, the vinegar thing is so right on. I never thought about it before. If it has vinegar in it I can't stop eating. Pickled anything, sweet and sour anything, apple cider vinegar by the glass. Also V8 juice. Whole bottles of it. I thought I was being healthy because most of that stuff does not have obvious sugar. But oh the salt. I think it is is the salt I crave. My mouth is watering thinking about V8 juice. What a revelation.
I may be able to abstain from vinegar after this week. Have you ever inhaled the miasma emanating from hot cat urine and vinegar? Brother. The cat peed under the baseboard heater, I poured vinegar on it. Waaaay to much vinegar. Now no one can sit in the living room without a gas mask. Makes your eyes water. Mark says it is one way to keep the floor dry.
Markovian Theory: Pet plastic surgery will be the newest craze to sweep the country. Lipo for the fat cat, face lift for the dog's sagging jowls, botox for the wrinkled hamster. Will restore the appearance of youth and vigor to aging pets. To match the owners.
After the last wetting incident Mark is thinking of sending Socks on her way. He has a red bandanna and is packing it with stuffed mice, string and a half pound of cat food. He will tie the bundle to a dowel, put it over her shoulder and push her out into the snow. He assures me some nice housewife will take pity on a fluffy, fat, black and white tramp with a red collar and bell.
Mark is gone south today so I have the opportunity to unpack more books. So far I have had a nap, read three chapters in a novel and played frisbee with the dog. I think I'll now have lunch. What a slacker. Maybe I'll wash the towels just so I can feel like I have accomplished something.
Thanks for all the advice and concern. I will soon have to investigate my latest dip into the pit but I'm not yet ready. Mentor Mary said something to me yesterday that threw me. She said I was still exhausted. I sure look it. I have aged ten years since the last day of August when we signed for the house. No amount of sleep seems to lift the crumpled look of my face. I slump more when I walk. And my steps are heavy (and not just with the extra weight.) I feel like something vital has gone out of me. I assumed I was just depressed again. Mary says I am bone weary. She says this type of fatigue can't be cured with just a few weeks good sleep. Renno, moving, holidays and dog have sapped my joie de vie (or however you spell that). Self care was what she recommended, without salsa.
So today I am trying to care about myself. Is an uphill battle. I can care for my self, but not about. There is a difference. I need to ponder this. I'll get back to you.
Take care and thanks. Love Bea.