Sunroof weather!

Fall has officially arrived in Houston. Now, for most of the country, fall would mean leaves changing colors or bringing out the long pants and sweaters. Here, it just means being outside is actually enjoyable. The nights are beautiful, minus the mosquitos, and I have been trying to spend as much time as possible outside soaking it all in before fall gives way to either a)winter, or rather, stone cold humidity that goes straight through to your bones and makes you want to wear every layer in your closet, because even though it is only 40 degrees outside, the wind and humidity makes it feel like the South Pole, OR b)the 18th return of summer and record 100+ degree temperatures with the weather men screeching about global warming. Yea, Houston is kinda dramatic.

I have been driving around with my sunroof open, wind blowing through my hair, blasting whatever is in my CD player (yea, that was me driving down 96 earlier with Madonna's Immaculate Collection blaring, don't judge). It puts me in the best mood. Like, I even look forward to getting up in the morning because I can get outside and enjoy it before it is gone. Last night we took a trip to the park and walked around the water, which seemed like a good idea until the mosquitos remembered how much they like my legs. I have been sitting on my deck enjoying the evenings after work, and watching Mollie and Tony go crazy outdoors. They love this weather too, and look at me like I am nuts when I call them to come inside.

I guess I should say, I have also, finally (and man I hope I am no jinxing myself) getting good sleep, and feel pretty much normal again. I am still tired at the end of the day, but nothing, and I mean, NOTHING, compared to how I have been feeling. After six months of getting crappy sleep and having no energy to deal with anything other than the most necessary of life issues, it is nice to have some of my sanity back. To be able to put energy into thinking about things instead of just going with the easiest solution. To be able to slowly make plans to go and do things other than just the bare minimum. To be able to go into a crowded restaurant and not get super stressed. See, weird things were hard for me. This mask might be a pain in the butt, but it is worth it to have my life back.

I guess maybe I should qualify that statement. See, I got my life back, but now, the next saga begins: I get to have my tonsils out. Wooohooo? Well, I am kinda excited about it. Not about the actual procedure, but about less sore throats, less sinus issues, and an easier time sleeping with the mask (because less stuff in my throat means the air pressure on the mask can come down). So, while the recovery is gonna such from this surgery (2 weeks minimum I am told), I think the results will be worth it. Plus, my mother says she is coming with her knitting needles, and Jessica is willing to lend her (new and unopened) sewing machine so mom can make curtains for everyone. So, projects in hand, she can make me smoothies and hot (English) tea, and sew, and we can watch hours and hours of TV, and I will whine about the pain and then she can drug me. Fun for everyone. I guess this is what I get for being jealous of all the pregnant girls and their bedrest.

I also go back to the Cardiologist next month to check on Henry. If he is getting bigger, he gets to come out too. I am kind of wondering if I can get a two for one on these surgeries? Seems like there should be a Groupon or something...