Awake too early. Mgh.
I hate it when my body gets confused about what time it is and decides that it's perfectly okay to start waking me up at four-fifteen, muttering 'gonna be late for work, gonna be late, gonna be late'. No, body. No, we're not. I promise.
In other news, blonde elf needs sleep. Badly.
Lilly is attempting to woo me back to bed, being small and white and fuzzy, and really not understanding that Mommy gets up and goes away, not because she wants to, but because failure to do so means that the cat stops getting fed. She's a good girl, but some ideas are just too abstract for little white cats. (She's in my lap right now, fixedly watching as I type this.)
I walked home from the train station yesterday, and while Kate has already scolded me for this...I feel like a person again. I need to be super-careful not to push myself too hard, because for the first time in months, I feel entirely like me. I feel like I could decide to walk home from Walnut Creek. I feel like I could do aerobics. I won't, so please don't snip at me, but it's fabulous to feel this way.
The new year doesn't seem bad at all, so far. A little sleep-deprived, but at the end of the day, out of all the things that could go wrong...
...that's a small price to pay.
In other news, blonde elf needs sleep. Badly.
Lilly is attempting to woo me back to bed, being small and white and fuzzy, and really not understanding that Mommy gets up and goes away, not because she wants to, but because failure to do so means that the cat stops getting fed. She's a good girl, but some ideas are just too abstract for little white cats. (She's in my lap right now, fixedly watching as I type this.)
I walked home from the train station yesterday, and while Kate has already scolded me for this...I feel like a person again. I need to be super-careful not to push myself too hard, because for the first time in months, I feel entirely like me. I feel like I could decide to walk home from Walnut Creek. I feel like I could do aerobics. I won't, so please don't snip at me, but it's fabulous to feel this way.
The new year doesn't seem bad at all, so far. A little sleep-deprived, but at the end of the day, out of all the things that could go wrong...
...that's a small price to pay.