Besst of June 16, 17, 18 or It Looks Like We’ve Established a Pattern, No?

Blog. Rest three days. Repeat.

Again, not my intent. On the plus side, though, it cuts down on the spam-like quality of my offerings.

One of the reasons this is happening is that I’m still struggling to find my morning rhythm. We’ve recently moved the house around, and construction is still happening on the back end, and my routine is shot to hell. I’ve gotten it down to

– wake (snooze button optional)

– exercise for 45 minutes

– put breakfast in microwave while showering

– eat breakfast

– blog

– makeup, clothes, dash for door

I think it’s good to go.

The besst thing about the last three days is that

a) they were horrid. I’d say ‘unmitigated disaster,’ but they weren’t. For days that weren’t unmitigated disasters, they were actually pretty good. However, as I went through these last days, I actively classified them as ‘hemorrhoidal.’ At best. But that’s not all.

b) By yesterday afternoon, I discovered that 95% of the hemorrhoid was…imaginary. That’s right: I had been making assumptions about things that would happen, or what had really happened, and discovered that what I was imagining, or what I had assumed, was dead-on wrong.

So the days weren’t bad. My thoughts about them were absolutely miserable. The days didn’t need Preparation H.

My brain did.

Discovering that little fact was the besst part.