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April 27, 2000
Fret, fret, fret, fret, fret...
Two more days until M-Day. Yup, Saturday's the day. I was planning to finish as much packing as possible, but I ran out of tape. Barry's going to bring home another roll tonight. I have today, tomorrow, and Monday off work, to finish writing my paper, finish packing, and get settled into the new place. I'm beginning to fret now. What if the cat flips out? What if we go to get the moving van and there's some sort of mixup? What if one of us or our volunteer helpers gets hurt? Argh.
My mom called me this morning to tell me she'd been in the emergency room last night with a terrible athsma attack -- she was a Code Red, and even though I don't quite know what that means, it doesn't sound good. I'd like to go stay with her for a while, but I'm not really sure how that would work. I have to move (like you didn't know about that!) and finish this paper so I can turn it in Monday... but none of that is as important as making sure my mom's okay. She's one of my favorite people, and I probably worry more than I should, but still... maybe I can get to her place on Monday, after turning in my paper. (What do you say, Mom?)
I also have to (gulp) quit smoking again. I smoked for about nine years, and quit just about three years ago. About six weeks or so ago, I had a period of very high stress, and I took it up again. Funny how bad habits can sneak up on you. Anyway, both Barry and I plan to quit again, since we're moving into a very nice new place, and we certainly won't smoke in the apartment (we don't now). It's also very expensive, and it's something I don't need to spend money on. And it makes me feel lousy, a lot of the time. I don't particularly like the taste or the smell. The weird thing is, I like the actual act of smoking. I like going out on the porch late at night, when it's all silent and the stars are out, and just smoking a cigarette and thinking. I like the little time-out from work a smoke break gives me. But I really need to quit again. I'm sure I can -- I'll be in a rotten mood for a few days, but I'll survive. The thing I'm worried about is gaining weight. Last time I quit, I gained quite a lot. I'm big enough, thank you, so gaining weight is not something I want to deal with. I sold my treadmill so that we wouldn't have to move it again, so exercising to get through quitting would be tough. I guess I'll just buy tons of gum. Send me encouragement, pretty please. I'm going to need it...
Posted by Mary Ellen at April 27, 2000 01:59 PM