I have to start moving more. I was on the right track to regular exercise before Cheryl died, and things dropped off then. My right leg is starting to feel all fucky with random ankle pains if I sit for too long and I weirdly feel thinner and spindlier. I think not doing much plus having Sypha want more and more laps and cutting off my leg circulation hasn't been good for them. It's just hard to manage that during the work day, especially if I'm medded and too busy in my work, I won't really think much about breaks. I bought a really nice standing desk attachment last year I never use! But it's an amazing monitor/keyboard stand.
Today I made big progress on clearing out the extra bonus/storage room so a bunch of stuff is in outside storage, to be slowly thrown out or broken down in recycling each week as space in the garbage can allows, or wait until bulk trash day for the bigger things. I still have some ways to go but I want to move the treadmill in there so it's not taking up space and if people wanna jog they have no cats and their own A/C unit. I ran across a few memories of raising the kids and Cheryl too.
I at least feel a little more normal after that big cry and two uneventful days. Even got some writing done. I know that like Lucy setting up the football I'm gonna run into some other shit this week and have to probably pass the hat but at least I've had a tiny amount of calm before the next storm. I'm trying hard to move on from things, I really really am. Just so I wouldn't lose it, I taped Cheryl's whisker I found in the bathroom to the back of her pawprint. It'll be 3 months since she passed on Tuesday, Charlie's 6 month was this month. I sometimes still talk to Charlie as if he's right in front of me.