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I completely spaced on an entry yesterday, because we LEFT THE HOUSE and there’s only so much excitement one little brain can handle.

On weekends, we generally go out to breakfast.  This is mostly because I can’t produce a meal in less than two hours most of the time, I think.  It’s just easier.  And since we moved to Dallas proper, there’s almost no such thing as a restaurant that’s not really busy for dinner all the time, and we hate crowds, so we very rarely go out for lunch or dinner anymore.  Also, I’ve become dependent on getting out of the house, however briefly (we’ll go sit and eat at Chick-Fil-A, if we’ve decided not to do a proper restaurant), in order to get moving for the day.

This is about to have to stop, I suppose, as I have determined that the stomach pain I have after eating restaurant eggs or scrambled eggs at home really is an allergic reaction.  Cook the shit out of them (quiche, egg as binder in other food, baked items, boiled) and I’m fine, but most restaurant breakfast will ruin my morning.  I can get around these issues at home, and there are some places where I can get an entire meal of eggless protein, but I don’t want to eat at IHOP every weekend.

Anyway, aside from breakfast and errands, we don’t go out much in the evenings.  Because we’re old.  But we’ve gotten a lot older since we moved into Dallas proper.  I hate crowds, B hates crowds, we don’t really like people unless we’ve chosen their company specifically, and even too many of those in too small an area will tire us out quickly.  And there’s nowhere with no crowds.  We moved to Dallas pretty much entirely for a reduction in travel time to the places we go, and I miss the far quieter Mid-Cities when I’m trying to go to the grocery store or whatever.

But last night, we wanted to go see Santaland Diaries at the Contemporary Theatre of Dallas, and we were going to go to our favorite Vietnamese place nearby for dinner, which is more excitment than we ever see on Sunday nights.  It turned out Mai’s is closed on Sundays (and I’m pretty sure I knew this and forgot), so we found a mediterranean place (which was fine, but was not the stellar place near the old house) and then went to the play.  Which is only an hour long, so we were home by 8:30.

I’ve been pondering the possibility that I’ve been suffering from a little short-day-induced malaise; probably not severe enough to be called SAD, and probably exacerbated by the fairly extensive work travel I did in November, but that short evening out just about drained my batteries.  I’ve got the random aches and pains, lingering pre-cold symptoms, and I sleep pretty much all night every night, which is not just unusual but completely out of character.  I woke up twice last night, once for a pit stop, and once because Sophie was sleeping with her ass on my face and there’s only so much of that I can take.  For months I’d been getting up at 5, or 6 at the latest, mostly running on anxiety, and I guess the upside to the way I feel right now is that I don’t have a whole lot of anxiety.  I’ve slept in until 8am on several occasions.  That’s just madness!

I’m thinking the way to get through this is to, for one thing, just power through it.  It’ll pass in Januaryish.  We should probably also get out a little more, as it was really nice to go out and DO something, and it was probably good for both of us to not rattle aimlessly around the house like we do.

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