Free Falling

So yesterday was my first day off the prednisone. No serious repercussions so far, although I've got a killer sinus headache that I probably would have had before, but which was masked by the pred. I'm still taking the other med, of course, but there's a kind of feeling of being on my own. Strange. I was on that stuff for five weeks, and it really brought me back to life.

I took the opportunity yesterday, then, to make a few little changes in honor of returning to life. I wore jeans to work. (No one noticed, which I thought was interesting.) I started wearing a wedding ring again; I'd taken it off when my hands were all painful and swelling. (I'm wearing my original wedding ring, btw, the one I was married in. It's the most comfortable at the moment.) I also put on just a bit more makeup than I've been wearing, just a little something to cover up the circles under my eyes, and mascara. Up until then, I felt no need to cover up the dark circles, figuring that I looked sick and tired because I was sick and tired. Now I feel pretty much normal for me (although I do get The Tired here and there), just with occasional stomach upset. And gas. Once again, not far from normal for me.

I am very bored at work today. I have a lot of books to process, but the library management software is down at the moment, so that's out. We have classes in all day, but they are all just using the computer lab independently, no instruction required. One class was in this morning doing book research, but it was their third day here, so they were just working, and needed no help. Other than the I.D. cards (aka, the new bane of my existence), things are barely stirring here. I wish I had some crayons so I could just color or draw. I don't know why; that's not a feeling that comes over me often, since I can't draw, but I feel somehow like I want to color.

Oh, speaking of lapsing into my second childhood, I got dressed this morning for the storm that is allegedly coming later, and finally put on my new winter boots that have been languishing in my closet. K made a comment about me wearing them, and I said that it was the first time I was. She corrected me, and said I had worn them once before. I disagreed. And she said "Oh, come on, which one of us has the better memory?"

Well, shit, I guess the answer to that question is not "I do." She does have an excellent memory, she has my memory, apparently, or I should say, she remembers things the way I always did. Who has the better memory? God, I have never been in a time or place before where the answer to that question was not "I do." Gettin' old, folks. Gettin' old.

Did you know that the Rubik's cube is making a comeback? Every day during the lunch period, there are at least a half dozen boys sitting in the library, working their Rubik's cubes. What was that, the seventies that those things were big? Anyway, it amuses me to see them. They probably think they discovered something all brandy-new, like no one before them ever worked on Rubik's cubes. Which they then proceeded to toss back and forth to each other, like they weren't hard objects with corners. Kids are so weird.

Later in the day now, and I am getting sleepy. There's a very fine snow falling outside, and it's sticking. I don't think it'll amount to much in terms of snow, but it's supposed to get a little warmer later, so instead of snow, it will fall as frozen rain, or as rain that freezes on contact with the ground. And that won't be good. Once again, I'll be happy when I know everyone is safe at home. K doesn't have class tonight, so that's a plus, and R doesn't have far to walk from the train.

Later, at home. Still snowing. The roads were barely snow-covered, but very slick and slippery; there must have been a coating of ice underneath. K got home before I did and parked in the garage, as our first car home does, as that makes one less car to clean off in the morning. If there is anything to clear off. Will it snow all night? Turn to rain? It's supposed to be 42 degrees tomorrow, which should melt anything frozen, I think. Oh, who knows. I'm just glad neither one of us is out there driving.

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