As I get older and get to know myself a little better, I am beginning to understand one thing about myself: I don't like change.
I would really like to be the kind of person who thrives on new experiences, finding new ways of doing things and being adventurous. But no, I am a stick in the mud old fuddy duddy who really enjoys a nice, comfortable, boring rut.
Things are busy, lately. Both Greg and I have had some kind of stomach problem that has lasted for around a month and a half. Not bad enough to call in sick to work, but bad enough to be no fun at all, and it just won't go away. Greg has had it worse, and he went to the doctor last week. Hopefully test results will show that it's something very quick and easy to get rid of. We are, as the saying goes, sick and tired of being sick and tired.
All of those changes that I mentioned earlier are starting to happen at work. The first of several major changes happened last week, and it's been stressful for everyone. The second and third major changes will happen at the exact same time mid-October, and we are all extra busy trying to prepare. The fourth major change, our company moving to a whole different building or our department moving to a different area of our current building, is still hanging over our heads like a cloud of doom. We don't even know when we'll know.
On Wednesday I'll drive up to Georgia to spend some time with Mom, and on Friday we'll go out to lunch to celebrate her 90th birthday. Saturday I'll have breakfast with her and then drive home, and will hopefully be home in time to have a nice dinner with Greg to celebrate our 7th wedding anniversary. We took two vacation days to celebrate, so Sunday, Monday and Tuesday will be all about having fun and relaxing.
One good thing is that I'm now old enough to recognize those things about myself that I might have been reluctant to acknowledge during my thoughtless youth. I can at least plan ahead and make it a point to take care of myself.