Ooh, ooh, me too! Nick, I was going to say "you need to be writing!" But then, I can tell you it has not exactly led us to become independently wealthy. And of course, I am just now easing out of an extra-long, extra-dependent summer vacation in hellfire, but my skin is practically crawling off my body with the frustration of wanting/needing the space and time alone to do the work involved in being a writer. And then dh comes up with an asinine non sequitur like, as I complain about following behind my family like a guy with the broom behind the elephants, "this is your full time job now." My @$$ if cleaning up after normal, somewhat-capable human beings is my FT job. Scrub your own damn toilet. And in the next breath, he asks my help with reports and proposals and such. Makes me tired. Like, he can admit I'm a good writer to the point of using my services, but not to the point of helping me really make it happen. Patience. It will come. Three years ago, he apparently thought my job was admin. At least now he can say "writer."
But absolutely, yes, on questioning everything. Of course, we are questioning and then questioning our questioning. My dh is ten years older, but this is apparently the exact right number of years for us to be on-pace with our crises. Did I mention I hate his metabolism? I HATE it. When I got here, he weighed more than me, and I was at a 5-year high. Three months and one Ramadan later and he's easily 10 pounds lighter than I am--he lost 25 to my (maybe) 10. And he eats piles of bread, fatty meat. Doesn't run or swim. His cardio is, apparently, smoking. Not fair.
Speaking of, still working on shifting to diurnal life. Swam in the pool a wee bit this afternoon, but to be fair, I cleaned house, hardcore, for 4 hours before that. And only ate once all day. Hoping the food discipline sticks with me and the exercise discipline increases.
And, ugh, I have two very sick cats in my house. The street kittens we took on came down with something, I'm guessing something viral because there's a fever and they got sick first one, then two days later, the other. No diarrhea or vomiting, no gooey stuff coming out of mouth/nose/eyes/ears, but weak to the point of not walking, not eating, not drinking. I am hydrating them with a baby dropper and oral rehydration solution, plus daily baby vitamin drops. Tomorrow, the vet (not looking forward to the bill, but if they need meds, I will get them). Hoping to just slowly get them back to eating and building up their strength. If they were on the street, they'd have been long dead. The first one to get sick walked a few steps today, and also used the litterbox to pee. That was a huge improvement over yesterday and going to bed expecting to find a dead cat in the kitchen in the morning.
Plan is to really swim tomorrow. I am going to set the alarm tonight and go out early.