A good visit with the doc today. Got some reassurance on my stress related symptoms and issues. He’ll run a quick test just to be sure no damage has been done (he’s confident it hasn’t and says the test is more for my reassurance than anything…) and we’ll go from there. I’m happy about it.
I took a long and vigorous walk today with Scoop and it was a great bit of exercise. We did about 2 miles and a good chunk of that was uphill which was good. Scoop, however, turning 10 tomorrow (sort of) is beginning to show his age. As early as 6 or 7 months ago, he’d have relished that walk and been ahead of me the whole time. But the illness he suffered this past winter and the accompanying weight gain really bit into him and he is showing his age. He’s still tough–but he’s not the same physical specimen he was a year ago. C’est la vie, no?
But more importantly–and most prominently, Peanut turned 8 officially today. The party was this weekend and so was Disneyland, but today was the official day. She was born at 8:33 P.M and she usually goes to sleep around 8:00, but we’re allowing her to stay up until 8:33 tonight just….well….just because.
We went to dinner at the local favorite Italian restaurant this evening and Peanut took two friends along. We had a great meal and a good time and it was one of those memories we must have–warm and loving, funny and simple. I need more of that in my life.
This whole anxiety thing is over-rated, by the way. I’ve decided. It’s foolishness to waste one’s time on ambition if all the ambition does is feed the stress level to incomprehensible levels. It’s painful, it’s dark and all it does, in the end, is destroy your ability to be happy or even content.
My friend Bill commented below that I ought to be careful–people might think I’m an adult. He’s right, of course. Welcome to the world. Still–there’s no point in wasting energy on too much seriousness. What will be—well, blah blah blah.