Self soothing

Since we still have NO INFORMATION about the job, I am trying to soothe myself to keep from having a panic attack. That almost sounds dirty, doesn't it? For real, I am trying to stay out of the pizza, beer and ice cream, and so far so good. That is quite a feat though, since that is what I do when I am wigging out. I had a stuffed chicken breast for dinner that the Beast told me to eat and it was GOOD. Good enough I have not gotten off track at all since then.

I am trying to figure out what makes me comfortable, if it cannot be food. Being with the horses normally will do it, but by the time I got out of the gym, it was almost dark so I could not sit in a chair and look at my ponies to relax. Besides, they are kind of stressing me out their own selves, with all the financial commitment they require and that is the last thing I need to think about right now. That leaves me with my pets--they make me content, and sometimes laugh.

This picture I took as I left for work this morning. Which by the way, was day two back from illness and freakishly productive--that makes me feel good. I finished a petition for leave to appeal to the Supreme Court, an opening brief in a really weird case, a reply brief for a Chicago case and started a second reply brief for Chicago. That is a massive day. Anyway, as I left, I saw peeg having a little rest. Yeah, I know, I need to weed eat. Life is hard, I am just one woman. Some other day maybe. Doesn't he look like a happy peeg?


I got Tequila out of bed to leave when I did, and before I knew it, she had rooted Peeg out of his resting spot and laid down her own self. Acres to choose from, but she wanted his warm spot. That one does not stay awake for very long at a time at all, but could she look more peaceful than that?

I took this one from the car as I was leaving--she looks so sweet, if you ignore that wonky eye. Which I do, I almost forget it is there until I look at pics of her.

Right now, I have two sleeping puppies on the couch, and am watching television. And let me tell you, I love me some Real Housewives of New York City, but I hate that bitch Kelly on there. I should not watch her when I am trying to stay calm. She fires me right up, and that stupid Ramona is not a lot better. What a flake.

Uh oh. I feel my blood pressure going up. Maybe I should shut off all the media and cuddle up with my pups until I get some news about where our lives are going