Swimming in Soup

Soupy weather, that is. It's a swamp out there! I've taken to showering at night to get the grimy gunk off, but I still didn't fall asleep until 2 am last night. Yeeeesh. Old habits are coming back to haunt me.

Here's an interesting thing: Benadryl no longer has any effect on me. It stops my allergies, but no longer puts me to sleep. That's what those sleeping pills have done to me. Benadryl is like tic tacs. Good God, am I turning into Joey Heatherton? I hope not. My A/C didn't kick in as strong as I'd like it, but the room was cool last night. Cats on my head, as usual. Will I ever stop loving these little furry creatures? They just fascinate me.

The verdict is in: that week off definitely gave me perspective. While the humidity is still swelling my limbs like sausages, I do feel better. I've got to do things at my own pace, for my own reasons. It's the only way. I am not going to make anything better by getting angry at it. I cannot change a dysfunctional company. More admins and execs are leaving in droves. It's an exodus, plain and simple. In one hour, the quarterly "update" meeting will take place. That gives me time to update my web profiles on about 5 sites. Good! It gives me something to do. Other than all this paper work, of which I could care less.

We're full swing into retrograde, so it's going to be wacky. I'm taking it slow. The universe will straighten itself out, so I will go with the flow. At least, that's what I keep hearing should be done.

Judika Illes got back to me today. I'm surprised it was so fast. She wrote a few books on women's spirituality, herbalism, and pagan rites around the world that captivated my attention. Her website also features a very Dexter-esque black fuzzball which made me smile. We nutty cat ladies must band together. She's in NJ and I'm going to meet her. I know it. I want to discuss her books, which now take up a lot of my reading. It's either that or reality tv, which makes me gag.

Tonite's premiere episode of Project Runway is all I'm waiting for. I'm rooting for the redhead with five children. She seems sassy. That Scottish-accented guy looks like a piece of work, but I love the mischief in his laugh. There's a story behind those eyes. But hey, we all need a Wendy Pepper and a Santino to get the show rolling. I still adore Nick Vereos. His Barbie is featured prominently in Toys R Us. I must get one.

Well, the haze is getting thicker and thicker out there. I wonder if it'll thunderstorm later today. I hope so. This humidity is unbearable.

Now the big question: can I bribe Dexter to blog? He's just sooo attached to the sparrows across the window. Lazy fatboy.