Again with the insomnia! No deep, dark complex dynamics going on here - I just killed my back earlier this evening, doing some housework - and I’m up with the pain of it and waiting for the Vicodin to kick in. I totally despise taking Vicodin.

I know, I know - I’m crazy. Most people I talk to love the stuff. But me? I can’t tolerate it and only take it when I absolutely, absolutely have to. It wreaks havoc with my stomach BIG TIME, gives me the jitters and makes me feel blechy. Mostly, it’s a toss up for me. When I’m having pain - I have to make the decision as to whether or not I want to tolerate the pain? Or deal with the side effects of the Vicodin.

Tonight - the Vicodin won.

I’ve always been that way with drugs, though. When I was younger - I tried pot. I hated the way it made me feel - so never did it again. Same with alcohol. I’ll have a drink here and there. I adore red wine. I have an ongoing love affair with Bailey’s Irish Cream. I go ga-ga over Dr. McGuillicudy’s in my hot cocoa. Sometimes I have a craving for an ice cold beer. But to drink excessively? I just can’t do it - - I hate the way it makes me feel.

I’d make a horrible junkie.

While Chris was gone this past week - I spent my time decorating the house a bit. We moved in here last June - and I’ve been trying to make this place cozy and comfy ever since. It’s overwhelming because it’s such a big place - - I look around and it’s hard to know where to start.

So, I decided to do one room at a time - rather than try and get it all done at once and do this kind of sporadic, impulsive home decor shopping. I decided to work on one room at a time until I finished.

This past week it’s been our bathroom that’s right off our bedroom. I decided to go for a Far Eastern, Zen sorta look to it. I have to say that I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out, now that I’m finally finished with it. I only have one more item left to purchase for one of the walls in there. It’s just crying out for something! I saw a gorgeous Asian Sari throw at Pier One and decided it would make a beautiful wall hanging - - kind of in a tapestry sort of way. I don’t know why I didn’t purchase it when I saw it. I guess I had to think about it and toss it around in the old grey matter for awhile before making a commitment. I’ll pick it up on my lunch hour tomorrow.

One of the things that I’m gushing over at the moment is something so mushy in a silly girlie kind of way. I bought these decorative, wrought iron hooks that are now on the back of the bathroom door. They are kind of gray-ish/jade in color. There are two of them.

I hung them on Thursday - and they’ve been empty ever since. Well, until tonight, that is. Tonight I finished the laundry and brought it downstairs to our bedroom and put it all away. I took two robes - one, mine - - the other, Chris’s; and hung them side by side - each on their own hook. My robe is this full-length, champagne colored silk and his is a black and gray terry.

This is where the silly girlie mushy part comes in. I can see the bathroom door from where I’m sitting now. It’s open part-way, so I can see the hooks on the inside of the door with our robes hanging side-by-side and the sight of our two robes hanging there, next to one another . . . . well, it gives me warm fuzzies.

Mushy, I know.