I go to the doctor's today which is good news. Got a laundry list of crap but I started backing off my anxiety pill because I figure we'll change it - I'm thinking it is the right decision because the dose I'm on now used to be fine but now I'm jittery.
I'll probably mention the sleeping pills not really working.
I had a bad knee there about 3 years ago where it was determined I had water on the knee. Much more painful than it sounds. About 4 months ago the pain in my knee started and it has been getting progressively worse. Now I can't kneel on it but I can't remember what I did the last time this happened. So I'll double check with the doc.
Other good news?
I'm reading!! Not only that, I picked up the book I had such a problem with and told myself it was time to power through. Three pages later and I'm loving it! Bob even noticed I was reading and was happy to see it.
Bob is supposedly working on a meme that Zeek tagged me with although he's suspicious of the motives.
And Bob is back to work so I can just sleep whenever and not feel guilty - Yay!!
The neighbour in behind us has informed Bob that he is going to call the city and see if they will make us take the shed down.
Yeah. What a pip.
Bob told him before we started building what was going to happen and it was all 'it's your property and we keep all our crap over there' (for real, they store all this crap in behind *their* shrubs but where we can see if from our side - did we say anything? NO!) to 'holy crap, you have no idea what that looks like from our side'.
We told them we could put up trees to hide the shed or they could buy windows and a door for their side (they wouldn't be operational but it would decorate their view) etc.
No. He wants us to take it down.
Okay, really I want to say 'Fuckoff' in a drunken slur like way but apparently I have to be nice.
I'm thinking lollipop pink siding with lime green accents for their side of the shed.
What's funny is Bob says I have to be nice but Bob's all 'you know, we don't even have to put siding on his side, yeah, let him look at a huge wall of waferboard'.
I know, we're just sounding off. Bob and I try so hard to keep to ourselves and not inflict our crap onto others so having someone come and tell us they want to 'burn our playhouse down' can be really surprising.
I checked the by-laws etc, and they can't do anything which we feel bad about but at the same time we were open about solutions. Nope. It's their way or no way.
I'm hoping once they see the siding we picked and the decorative features they'll be all sheepish and tell us everything is okay.
Meh. We'll see.
And my tummy is in full 'tank' mode. I'm thinking it's the oppressive heat we are having right now - my body doesn't adjust to extreme temperature changes very well. Stupid tummy.
As to the title of this post gnus is supposed to be pronounced 'news' whereas every time I see the word I think 'gah-news' and for some reason saying 'good gah-news' makes me smile.
OH!! And Bob and I are going to go and see Live Free or Die Harder either tomorrow or Wednesday night. With the heat feeling like 40 degrees and all humid like, it's nice to just sit in an A/C theater and eat popcorn.