On Beyond ...

(On Beyond Zebra was the first Dr. Seuss book I fell in love with, when I was 5. But I digress. Just explaining the today's title.)

... exhausted. I am On Beyond Exhausted. But at least with good reason today, and not the usual bitching about being old and tired et cetera et cetera. For one, I haven't slept great the last few nights and I wake up feeling like I haven't slept. The real reason, though, is that K and I went over to help R pack and move a bunch of stuff, and you know, her new place is on the third floor. So that's lots of steps for old mom. And inside, there was no place to sit, really, except the floor, and that just creates its own problems in getting up, so mostly I was standing, which is hard on my back and also on my feet.

But we got a lot done, kitchen stuff moved and put away, her shelving unit put together, and even a new Ikea chair assembled before we left. And then she treated us to dinner, which was a nice new experience.

The Hubs is in Minneapolis; he called to say he'd arrived while R was assembling the chair. He'll be gone until late Tuesday. I'm curious to see if this will affect my sleep in any way. Part of my sleep problem is that I'm a light sleeper and easily distracted, if I can put it that way, while I'm asleep. I think if the Hubs is sleeping restlessly, then I will, although if he's sleeping soundly, you could set off an explosion in the room and he wouldn't wake up.

Feet. I mentioned to my sister this morning that my feet always hurt. She asked what I meant by that. I thought for a minute and then I said "My feet always hurt." Was that not clear? Anyway, the soles of my feet are always sore, sometimes more than others, but pretty much all the time. The orthotics from the podiatrist have not made a difference. And yes, I'm still considering the chiropracter. I'll see how I feel tomorrow after school.

I got a letter from my bank telling me that they think someone may have been trying to access my account via the Internet. Really? IT WAS ME, YOU IDIOTS. I'm supposed to have online access, and my computer is supposed to be authorized, but each time I try to get in, it tells me it has no record of this computer and it asks me a sneaky question. The questions are obviously based on my credit reports, because there was an error on my credit report (which I thought I had fixed, but I guess not) that listed my in-laws' address as a second address because it got me mixed up with my mother-in-law. The bank's question was "In what county is [her address]?" Well, shit. How the hell would I know? I took a guess and I got it right, but I imagine it's all these repeated legitimate attempts to access my own account that has the bank all nervous, so I have to call them tomorrow and try to straighten this out. If I have to , I'll go into my local branch where there are actually several people who know me by name, and for years, but I have to call their fraud (or whatever) department first. Sheesh.

If I stop writing and sit on the couch, or god forbid, my bed, I think I will conk right out. My hope is to make it through The Simpsons -- 400th episode tonight -- and then collapse. I'll let you know how that worked out for me.

watching King of the Hill :: entry #1470