Almost forgot

I have a lot on my mind and I almost forgot to post anything today. I can't write about most of what I'm thinking (yet) so I'm not going to now either.


I was going to make Tracy's Blondies this evening, and even though Tea brought me 3/4 of a cup of brown sugar, I'm still short four ounces for the recipe. I wound up watching the last hour or so of a John Wayne film called Red River. I have seen very few westerns, one of which was Brokeback Mountain, which the Duke would have hated, hated, hated, and another of which was Tampopo, a Japanese movie about a noodle shop (among other things).


I know that I'm stressed out because I've been biting my nails the last few weeks and because I am getting easily sucked into stupid, stupid television. Watching TV beats thinking. The thing that's a little mysterious to me is that I either don't know why I'm stressed, or I don't understand why I'm as stressed as I am about the things I think I might be causing any anxiety. This often happens to me, that I notice these behaviors but I'm not sure what is triggering them. When it gets to the point where I'm not sleeping, by then I usually know what the stressor is, but I'm sleeping well, though I've had some strange dreams in which I'm angry or upset.


Maybe most of it will be resolved shortly when hopefully life settles down. Who knows?