Musings on a Small Life

Any males reading this might prefer to skip it! Anyway, the yo-yo is my mood, which I hope can be attributed to the roller coaster of pre-menopause. I've been really low lately, no surprise as winter really impacts me, but I don't usually get so low anymore that I'm troubled by suicidal thoughts. Okay, sure I know I really don't have a reason to keep going except to take care of the boys, but most of the time I content myself with other things and get through the days, as many of us do in our own ways. But since the weekend, and especially yesterday? Jeepers! Then, when I woke up this morning, I had the first verse of an old hymn running through my head, one I've not thought of in decades: This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought. I got out of bed and...

I hope a little steam therapy helps Nicki, because he had another asthma attack this morning, just before 4AM. Who knows how many he's having during the day when I'm not around. Anyway, I'm going to double his evening dose now, till the cold and dry weather is over and the humidity is in a normal range (40-50%). And I bought another humidifier while out running errands, a small one (though it claims to be meant for "medium" sized rooms, whatever that's supposed to be--no square footage listed).   You should be able to see the steam, if you look closely. Maybe if I stick my face in the vapour (not too close!), it will plump up my dry, aging skin. Ha. I already have a cool mist one, but find it essentially useless, even though I run it constantly. But maybe this one will help a bit more. I intend to use it in my bedroom at nights, for ME (for a change). I won't run it and leave it unattended, not with that water going at full boil and with ...