My heart is thumping away right now even though I don’t feel anxious. I’m just lying in bed enjoying the wonderfully peaceful wee hours of the night. Yeah, that’s the only good in this horrible virus thing is that it’s keeping things quieter. So is the unseasonably cool wet weather. By now we usually need the AC during the daytime.

I wish I could get myself to care about my weight for the sake of my health. Okay, so I’m not that big. I get that. I’m still smaller than your average American female. But just a 20-pound loss would certainly make me healthier and probably more flexible, too. I know I would look better but that’s the last thing I care about. When it comes to my appearance, I do what’s comfortable and what I like. I don’t consider what others may like. I would care more weight about my appearance if I was young and single but I’m not. I only care about gaining more and as long as I cut back on carbs whenever I jump up a pound or two, that shouldn’t be an issue. Now, why can’t I get myself to care about losing? Bad attitude or not, I’m fat and that’s okay. I like and accept myself just the way I am, and to be honest, there’s only so much weight my body will let itself drop and that ain’t much.

I missed a call from my doctor’s office on Friday, so I’ll call Monday morning. I was going to call them at that time anyway to see if I could just get my refills and skip this visit since I’m not having any problems. I just don’t want to risk getting sick by going to a place where sick people go.

It’s been great climbing out of the writer’s block I’ve been stuck in for so long and getting back into writing. I’m working on a story idea that came to me a while back but I’m not sure if I’ll submit it for publication or not. It’s just a short story that will probably be somewhere between 10K-15K words.

The dream I had involving my ENT hiring me to clean her “luxury apartment” sort of gave me an idea I think I’ll try out, but not for CampNaNo since I already decided on a different story for that about a paramedic that turns out to be a bit psycho. Maybe I’ll have a “The” series. The Landlord, The Doctor, The Paramedic…