Sherri Cornelius

I haven’t had a chance to check the dryer for punk-inserted fish, but I’ll let you know what I find. I’m loathe to take the dryer out of its hole. What a lot of crap work.

In case you’re wondering, I still feel fantastic. Woke up at 6:48 this morning, couldn’t believe it was that early, checked all the clocks, went back to bed, was actually wide awake and got back up.

We got a new bunk bed for the littler kids’ room. Abby has her own tiny room, and Jonah and Maggie share. We rented till we bought this house a few years ago, so our furniture was never bought for the space, just forced into whatever odd space we had. Now that our family and residence will be stable for a few years, I’d like to start buying pieces that fit our rooms. Having the extra floor space has already made my life easier, and it looks SO much better than the 2-bed  configuration we had before. I’m almost 40 years old. I want a home that reflects my personality, which is orderly and clean(ish).

As for the discussion surrounding the purchase of the bunk bed, a personal note: I love you, Honey. Thank you for listening.

So I have a lot of housework to do today, and I actually feel good enough to do it. What have you planned for the day?

Update on the fish thing: The load I dried yesterday came out smelling fine. There must have been something in that one stinky load. I’m scared what it might have been; didn’t find anything unusual in the clothes.

Why is my dryer suddenly making everything smell like fish? There’s been no fish anywhere near my house in months. And if there had been, why would it be in the dryer? Seriously, why?

I’ll be visiting with an old college friend this week. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. Excited for the normal reasons, because I like her. Nervous for some normal reasons and some abnormal ones: I’m embarrassed at my behavior in college; I used to be hot and now I am not; I’m not involved in musical theater (or music, or theater) in any way, and I feel guilty leaving it behind; I hate accommodating the stupid fragrance allergy (“Please jump through these hoops for me. I can’t guarantee it will be worth it.”).

But you know what? I feel fantastic. I think I may have gotten my fingernails under the edge of the fragrance/sinus/migraine problem. I’m meditating and avoiding fragrance and not dwelling on it. Wallowing in self-pity really does make it worse, and so does stress. I’m not saying it’s not still a problem, but I have enough experience with it (almost a year) to know what to expect, and that makes it easier. I’m not mad about it anymore, and I think that’s the main thing. Jen has been understanding about it, so for that I am grateful. Not that I expected any different. I remember her as a classy, friendly girl, and I can’t wait to see her again.

I’ve only re-met one other college friend, and that was a few years ago. We talked and visited many times, got good and caught up, but fell out of touch as happens with people like Danny and me, and my last email went unanswered. He might have changed jobs by that time, because it was a work email. I felt like I should have tried harder to keep up with him, but finally realized that it was only half my responsibility.

I feel fantastic