fuggy

Which means warm and muggy in my head.  And maybe I read something like it somewhere but now I walk into a room and say "ergh, it's fuggy in here." Which in turn makes people go "huh?"  Which is okay I guess.

There are three words I say far too often both in conversation and in writing.  They are as follows; which, but, and also.  I'm working on it.

Today was a weird day for me.  I had vertigo all day from goodness knows what, so I took some Benadryl because, honestly, I take Benadryl for just about everything...  So I was out. of. it.  But it helped with the dizziness.  Then I was on a phone call and the person I was talking to was hardcore recruiting me to join his company.  He wanted me to relocate which I told him isn't exactly feasible at the moment because the old husband has a kick bum job here and I can't make him move.  Then I texted that same elderly husband about the phone call and he immediately looked up job postings in that area.  My response was very surprising to me.

I put on the brakes.  Said "hold the phone, Stan!" And felt weirdly nostalgic about this town that I degrade on the daily.  What!?  Megan, you can't possibly like it here.  Not enough to stay forever.  But the idea of leaving right now, or within the next couple of months.  Unfathomable.  So I learned that about myself today.  It's always enlightening to discover what you truly want, isn't it though?