My intentions were good.

   I had every intention of writing through the entire month of December.  The month came and went and not a word was typed.  Its not that the month went by uneventful, their were events, just none that sparked a creative note in my body.   
   I did get to see Theresa for a short period of time at Christmas.  We had an American Horror Story marathon that lasted well into the morning.  I did not find season 2 as disturbing as season 1, which is strange since season 2 touched on a real topic that was an actually issue back then and season 1 was more haunting s and ghostly figures.  But then Theresa had to leave early to attend to family matters, or to escape my significant other being an asshole yet again.  I cannot wait until he goes to counseling,  I should says I hope he goes to counseling, I think it will be very good for him and for us.
    I should be returning to work soon.  I guess they decided after 8 weeks of no pay that they would let me come back to work after all.  That is what they say but that can change at any moment.  By Wednesday it should all be settled.
     I want to take a mini road trip some place interesting but close by.  Savannah has always been at the top of my list, but somewhere like Atlanta or Memphis, even Nashville something with interesting things to see and do.  A spa and some interesting sights to see, feedback is definitely welcome.
     I changed my blog to the look of love, although love and I are not exactly chummy right at this moment.  I am also hoping for a gym membership and to be able to work with a personal trainer to drop some of these pounds that I insist on lugging around and letting depress me.  I suppose that's about it for now.  The gossip columns have not even been interesting these past couple weeks.
     Its cold outside and the temperature makes me sad, I'm never able to get comfortable and leave trails of clothes all over the house.  I saw the Hobbit the other day wearing leggings under my jeans, a t-shirt, sweater, and winter coat, and I still sat through 3 of the three hours with my huge purse perched on my lap as though it was an iron that was going to heat up and bring some sort of comfort.  Even now in my sweat pants tank top and sweater the top half is cold while the bottom half is fine, but if I were to start cleaning I would get really freaking hot and half to remove my sweater.  It is all so very very frustrating.
     Plus Cupcake woke me up at 5:30 am for apparently no reason and I now find myself surrounded by sleeping dogs and cats and I'm the only human awake.
     The world is about to change, my significant other will be going back to school next week, and then I will be going back to work.  It should be interesting to see how we function outside ourselves, when neither person is involved in the others day to day lives.  I like to think of it as sink or swim.