A wish.

Make a wish! The clock says 12:34, and that's prime wish-making time!

Long ago, in the days of old, I had a clock icon. Now I have nothing appropriate. Ah, well.

I've felt a change in me lately, and it's about time. A change has happened and is still happening each and every day. I feel compelled to tell people exactly what I'm thinking or feeling. Very akin to the radical honesty approach I posted several months ago, I feel there isn't time to waste.

And so I have been practicing. I try to tell my innermost thoughts as I have them to the people they concern or benefit. If I'm happy about a particular circumstance or moment in time, I'm trying to remember to voice my elation. If I'm sad, I'm much quicker to tell those around me that are likely to aid in my feeling better. If someone does a good job at something, I try to tell them how much I either noticed or appreciated their efforts. When I find myself missing someone, I reach out to them in some way. At the end of the day, when I lay my head down, I want to know with certainty that, if a person has crossed my mind at some point in the day, I have done something to show them that I care.

If nothing else, it's a commitment to live more in the moment than I have in the past. I want to do things to the fullest of my ability, and I don't want there to be words left that I should have said. For those that I care about, I want them to know that I love, that they are loved, and that friendship is love. I want my friends and family to know they are in my thoughts always, my prayers sometimes, and my heart forever.

I'm striving to be honest in every way, and I feel the profound difference it is making in my life. I hope I am strong enough to continue growing along this path.

I think Philip might be pregnant.

He came home from work just a few minutes ago, and he's already dressed and heading back out for a craving. What is the craving, you ask? Cheese. Specifically, he wants those little pre-cut cubes of cheddar cheese, and he likes the store brand.

I ate a few cubes of cheese a couple of nights ago at bedtime, and he snacked on them with me. I noticed him eating them again after that. Then last night, I saw him grab a string cheese. I guess I got him hooked on cheese lately, but he said that the string cheese last night wasn't nearly as good. He explained to me as he tied his shoes just now that the craving for cubed cheese was so strong that he almost went out to buy some earlier today after his testing.

Cheese. Silly boy. ;-)

Very suddenly...

I feel like death. I was fine yesterday and the rest of the week, but then my asthma started acting up last night. I've not used my inhaler in many, many months, so my asthma recurring was a surprise. My breathing got worse as the night darkened, and when I woke this morning, the center of my chest ached deeply (I assume I was breathing poorly throughout the night, though I never did wake coughing or anything).

And today I have gotten progressively worse. Philip instructed me to lie down for a nap a few hours ago, but I woke up feeling achey, hot, and raspy. I dreamt that he brought me chicken noodle soup, biscuits, and a new inhaler (mine is long expired). He is out at the moment, in fact, picking up chicken noodle soup and biscuits from IHOP (the only place open with biscuits at this hour, and, to my luck, Chicken Noodle is their 'Soup of the Day').

I just took my temp, and it is 100.6°, but I feel like I'm freezing. And though I don't really drink anything but water anymore, I've now got a pot of sweet tea steeping on the stove. It's the only thing that I know will ease my raw throat and help my lungs feel a bit of relief, and the cure of sweet tea may be minimal, but it is surefire. We'll see how long I can stomach it, though, as I just don't drink sweet stuff anymore...

A gift from Jenna.

Again. Yes, the same Jenna who made the glorious icon I'm using. She left this graphic for me in a comment earlier this week:



Isn't she the bestest? :-)