I've been 'single' for a couple weeks now and it has turned out to be the best decision I have made in awhile.
My MS was low-grade for like 22 years before raising its ugly head this spring and nearly killing me. There is something to be said for the disease - it makes you re-evaluate your true limits. I don't mind the label "disabled" because it reminds me that I DO have limits, and one of them is on my time. Some times I have to sleep; others I get manic and manage to get a lot done.
Lately I've been working on an afghan for Michael Varian Daly for Yule. We normally don't get each other presents because normally we're flat broke in December...well I wanted to make this one different. I started out with a specific pattern in mind, but it turned out to be so heinous that I defaulted to an easier ripple stitch. Just hoping I have enough yarn; making it big enough to fit his bed.
I don't know if I'll get it done in time but we're working toward that goal. If I don't, it's no big deal, it'll get done when it gets done.
Bubastis, the cat that ran away roughly 6 months ago, ended up trapped in our heater vents and made her way back into the house. It's a good thing too - she had a standard (not breakaway) collar on, and instead of slipping it over her head which is what most cats do, she managed to get her left leg through it and had it trapped behind her elbow. It was there long enough to literally saw through the skin. Thankfully, the tissue was pink and healthy, and a visit to the vet resulted in a bunch of stitches which she gets removed the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It's a poor month because of this, but we're very happy to have her back in the house regardless. She is still very jumpy; a strange noise from a neighbor floating through the window in the bathroom was enough to make her dive into her little igloo inside of her crate (she can't run around right now because of the stitches). I think perhaps she's learnt her lesson on "adventuring".
Beyond that, I've been sleeping when the body wants it, resting when the body wants it, and doing whatever I want when I can do it. It occurred to me last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, that I can no longer match anyone else's rigid schedule. If someone wants to be with me, they will have to make time for me, and that is just the way it is.