No, I'm definitely 45, thanks.
Mar. 20th, 2023 12:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonThanks to the two of you who told me that your hot flashes started the same way as last week's "warm pulses". Argh! Yes, I'm sure I will eventually hop on the HRT train, because my mother is in her 70s and still gets hot flashes. There's a lucky set for whom they never go away. In the meantime though, they subsided and my preferred temp went back to normal.
This week was very different from the two before; nothing unusual in the evenings, taking the week off my Perth workouts in between sessions, putting a lot of time into work. I was actually grateful to be able to do it; things are interesting right now in a way that feels actionable, and it was somewhat thrilling to tap into a work-in-the-evening energy that I haven't accessed in a while. I still have a lot of unread email and things to do, but there were hours of nibble-down and more hours of follow-up on recent meetings. I shepherded a paper through a big design review, and said the right thing to cool down a room of 40 or so people. And I wrote down a lot of 2023 goals for my team and for me and for my cross-org working group.
I made breakfast patties from a brick of ground pork and some fresh herbs, and it's actually really good. Starry Night is 7/9 done, and I had the chance to do random little fixes around the house. And I attended a work friend's Pi Day party (late, on Saturday) where there were about a billion pies; it felt like an important Friendship Step, to be in her home and meet her kittens, and she said she was glad I'd made it.
Hypercube is back on the antibiotics that helped her before, this time for a longer course. I'm perceiving her to be a lot better already, though the bug isn't so sure.
I fell into a deep rabbit hole of financial planning today, between setting up YNAB for the landlording account and digging into our tax returns and trying to figure out some weirdness in Zillian's stock auto-selling program. It looks like, if I sign up this year as usual, there'll be three months where I won't (and won't be allowed to) sell any stock. Between that and some even more gnarly details of what grants finish paying out when, it all makes cash flow a lot tighter between now and June than I'd been expecting. June is when I'm planning to do Part the First of this year's philanthropy. I need about $12.5K in reserve for yard/parking remodeling at Blue-Green Street too, and I haven't quite internalized that, depending on timing, about half of that will actually be covered by rental income from the ants(!). Either way, it's frugality for me for a few more months.
I did already use Friday's smallish bonus ("salary bridge") to buy this massage gun, recommended to me by my handstand coach, as well as one session of IPL on my face this coming Friday and one cute shirt that I really love. This week of financial debauchery and not-worrying felt good, and it will have to hold me.
I've been reading about people feeling younger than they are, or, rather, having an "age they are inside their head". Inside my head, friends, I am... 45. My actual age. From what I read, I know that I'm having physically rather a nice time of it, but it's very midlife up in here. It's a fine age. The kitten is adorable, and I've submitted our appeal for a special permit to the town so that we can get ten more ants.
Edited to fix the massage gun link. It is really quite something. BZZZZZZZZZZZ.
This week was very different from the two before; nothing unusual in the evenings, taking the week off my Perth workouts in between sessions, putting a lot of time into work. I was actually grateful to be able to do it; things are interesting right now in a way that feels actionable, and it was somewhat thrilling to tap into a work-in-the-evening energy that I haven't accessed in a while. I still have a lot of unread email and things to do, but there were hours of nibble-down and more hours of follow-up on recent meetings. I shepherded a paper through a big design review, and said the right thing to cool down a room of 40 or so people. And I wrote down a lot of 2023 goals for my team and for me and for my cross-org working group.
I made breakfast patties from a brick of ground pork and some fresh herbs, and it's actually really good. Starry Night is 7/9 done, and I had the chance to do random little fixes around the house. And I attended a work friend's Pi Day party (late, on Saturday) where there were about a billion pies; it felt like an important Friendship Step, to be in her home and meet her kittens, and she said she was glad I'd made it.
Hypercube is back on the antibiotics that helped her before, this time for a longer course. I'm perceiving her to be a lot better already, though the bug isn't so sure.
I fell into a deep rabbit hole of financial planning today, between setting up YNAB for the landlording account and digging into our tax returns and trying to figure out some weirdness in Zillian's stock auto-selling program. It looks like, if I sign up this year as usual, there'll be three months where I won't (and won't be allowed to) sell any stock. Between that and some even more gnarly details of what grants finish paying out when, it all makes cash flow a lot tighter between now and June than I'd been expecting. June is when I'm planning to do Part the First of this year's philanthropy. I need about $12.5K in reserve for yard/parking remodeling at Blue-Green Street too, and I haven't quite internalized that, depending on timing, about half of that will actually be covered by rental income from the ants(!). Either way, it's frugality for me for a few more months.
I did already use Friday's smallish bonus ("salary bridge") to buy this massage gun, recommended to me by my handstand coach, as well as one session of IPL on my face this coming Friday and one cute shirt that I really love. This week of financial debauchery and not-worrying felt good, and it will have to hold me.
I've been reading about people feeling younger than they are, or, rather, having an "age they are inside their head". Inside my head, friends, I am... 45. My actual age. From what I read, I know that I'm having physically rather a nice time of it, but it's very midlife up in here. It's a fine age. The kitten is adorable, and I've submitted our appeal for a special permit to the town so that we can get ten more ants.
Edited to fix the massage gun link. It is really quite something. BZZZZZZZZZZZ.
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Date: 2023-03-29 08:31 pm (UTC)https://www.webmd.com/beauty/intense-pulsed-light-treatment-overview
It can treat a lot at once, since it basically targets a color of tissue -- for instance, it can get rid of freckles caused by sun or by age spotting. They say it reduces wrinkles (not sure how) and it very definitely zaps visible capillaries. I got 3 sessions of this done on my sun-damaged shoulders last year and was really happy with it, so I decided to try a single session on my face.
So far I can see just a few darker spots reacting (they get dark, break up like coffee grounds on the skin, and flake off between 1-2 weeks after the treatment) but I'm told that for face a lot of it is subtler. The capillaries disappearing is NOT subtle, it's instant, and holy shit! My nose has not looked like this for 20 years.
The same machine also works on cherry angiomas ("ruby points"), and the esthetician did a few of those on my belly last year while she was doing my shoulders. Overall a quite ridiculous machine.