I’m quite handy if you’re having a basic computer problem (why is your typing overwriting your existing text? Because overwrite/insert is on, and just hit that handy “insert” key to turn it off). I seem to pick up crafts easily with little or no instruction. Want to know if those green towels match the green in the bathroom – no, they don’t, but these do. Need a complete listing of the books in the New Testament? No problem.
However, not complaining about certain things seems to escape me. Or, spin it positively, I’m quite good at complaining.
I’ve really been trying not to, but to let this space be more positive. Call it a goal of mine, to be more positive-minded. I’m not very good at it. Plus, the universe is conspiring against me.
I itch. A lot. All over, in random places. A small spot on my left bicep. A slightly larger spot just above my hip. Both thighs and calves. My neck, on and off (which is good, because it’s entirely visible to the world and gets quite red and blotchy at the slightest provocation). My eyelids. My armpits (that’s an awkward one, for sure).
It’s as if my Zyrtec has been replaced by a placebo, and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know what it is. My lotion, baby oil, and soap are all new, but also all on the approved list. Today I didn’t put lotion on, because I didn’t want to aggravate the situation if that was the cause, but now my skin is dry and therefore itchy. I can’t win.
So, if things get a little quiet, it’s because I’m over here, silently itching, trying to think of something more positive to post.