So here I am again. I know it's been a while, but I've been settling in to some different changes in life. I've honestly kind of forgotten about this blog, which is typical of me.
Today - nay, this whole weekend - seems like it's lasted forever, which is a good thing. I've been a little sick with what is probably a sinus infection, so I've been taking it easy. The physiological illness has helped to contribute to a goodly amount of introspection, feeling much like my college days when I was all by my lonesome. I've moved back in to my grandparents' old house with my dad, and that, of course, has changed the whole dynamic of my living situation. I have to address that, don't I... I'm still dating Jenn, and still love her, but I felt it necessary to just have my own space. It's a longer and more complicated story in its entirety, but I'll leave it at that for now.
Work is going well. I still have the nagging self-doubt and tend to blow things out of proportion in my mind, but overall it's turing out to be a good experience. Being a mental health professional is quite like being a mental health paraprofessional squared. I've settled in. It feels right.
I've been going to the gym with my dad out at Mercy Fitness in Fort Smith on an average of 2 to 3 times a week. I think it's helping my blood pressure, and my weight's even gone down a few pounds. I just wish I could do it early in the morning rather than late in the evening - the timing's messed up some. However, I think it is helping me a little with my insomnia. I'm still depending on sleep aids, though (like Trazadone), and that can't be good. It's a tough call.
Just today, I brought in a new kitty. You see, my father carried on the tradition that I left him with years ago when I moved out of this house and in with Jennifer - the tradition of feeding stray cats outside on the porch. Most all of the cats we've seen come and go were feral and extremely afraid of people. Within the last month, however, I have slowly made friends with a little black cat named Hugo. I'm very uncertain that I was really the one to give him this name, as one day I looked at him, and the name just jumped into my mind. According to Wikipedia, "Hugo" means "bright in mind and spirit" or "intelligence," which fits the little guy. I slowly built his trust by playing with him outside, scooting around a thick dead weed for him to capture. And now, he lies asleep in my lap. I had to really make a decision in taking him in the house, as basically he's going to be strictly a house cat. We live right off of Highway 59, and I fear that highway. The cat who I'm pretty sure was Hugo's mother - one who my dad aptly named "Crooked Neck Kitty" because her head seemed to always be tilted to one side - was killed almost certainly by that road. We found her dead with a serious leg wound several weeks ago... So you see, one part of me hates to take him away from his other brothers and sisters, who live right outside around the house, but the other part of me wants to ensure his survival and keep him safe.
Well, it's about 10 PM, so I must away to get some sleep to be fresh for the beginning of yet another week. To be continued, friends...
