Pussy Cat, the Griffin, and the Moon Faced Girl

This is a post about women.

Pussy Cat, Mad Sci's love interest, has sort of given up on him for a bit to focus on me. We spent nearly four hours on the phone friday night talking about stuff but mostly her "great issue". I don't really have a problem with it myself, but she seemed to think that I could convince him to change. That's not really how this works for us, but I listened and tried to be as understanding as possible. I also offered every defense, not because I don't agree but because I felt defensive somehow. Some of this is about feeling pressured to do something for the sake of someone else I barely know and have a casual interest in. Some of this is that I don't much care for ultimatums and it feels like one. I did warn her I have issues with women who make themselves an authority in my life. I don't know how much I feel heard on this. I like her well enough but not enough to pursue her personally. I fear, she may be too much like me for a relationship to work well between us. She's a person with big plans and a bit of a hero complex. Not that those things are bad, I just don't require saving.

Speaking of not requiring saving, I went to my wellness visit which is now required by my employer group and my numbers were too high. Cholesterol, blood pressure though not yet catastrophic still higher than they should be. I also found that I was deficient in D and iron. So my decision to make lifestyle changes a month before the appointment was a good one, and I am happy to know that my instinct payed off, even before I had numbers to back it up. I'm saving myself here, in case you were wondering about the connection.

The Griffin, a woman I consider my equal and one of my dearest friends, has moved back into town after a year away. She has come back with Mr. Atheist and already there is trouble in paradise for them. Not issues I want to discuss here but I worry about their happiness. Having broken her foot the day they moved into their old apartment she is feeling a bit stressed even on the vicodin. She hobbled on crutches, what amounts to three blocks or so, to my house today because she was upset with Mr. A. I hope things work out to their highest good. But I sure am glad to have my playmate back.

The Moon Faced Girl, wife of the late Stone Cricket and a dear friend to me, notified me recently, that she might visit this month. I look forward to seeing her. I don't really know what to expect but there will be giggling for sure.

I have work this month, hooray! And there will be bubble time with Prof at the end of the month. It will be our 10th anniversary.  Ok the last bit wasn't about women but good enough. I hope everyone has a great month.