Tuesday blues
Made it through the holidays, despite having zero holiday spirit. I can't think of a year when I was less interested in Christmas, presents, or anything to do with it. I did listen to some Christmas music, but that was it.
Between the short days, the election and the relentless drip of bad news that has followed it, and general malaise, I've felt unmotivated for weeks. I haven't done any weaving, the house is a disaster area, hell, I haven't even managed to put my clean clothes away in over a week. My stepson is an entitled, ungrateful brat. My job is boring as hell.
Hey, the days are getting longer. It's cool enough out that I can walk to work, thereby getting some exercise AND some daylight. Things will get better. In six weeks, flowers, shrubs, and trees will start blooming all over the neighborhood. Spring in NC is the equivalent of fall in NY - the beautiful, magical scenery that is the consolation prize for the hellish weather that follows.
Man, even when I try to be positive, the negative still sneaks out.
I sleep very soundly. Actually, I sleep like the dead, and I always have. But I also snore, and occasionally gasp, so I am scheduled for a sleep study next week. Sleep is my superpower - I have no trouble falling asleep, and I feel rested when I wake. Unfortunately, I'm been keeping David awake, and five days out of seven, he sleeps on the couch. That isn't good. Anyway, the doctor at the sleep center said I sounded like a very sleepy person (?) and recommended the study. It seems to me that he has a financial interest in diagnosing me with a sleep problem, but I'll try to keep an open mind. (There it goes again.)
Bah, humbug. This, too, shall pass.
Between the short days, the election and the relentless drip of bad news that has followed it, and general malaise, I've felt unmotivated for weeks. I haven't done any weaving, the house is a disaster area, hell, I haven't even managed to put my clean clothes away in over a week. My stepson is an entitled, ungrateful brat. My job is boring as hell.
Hey, the days are getting longer. It's cool enough out that I can walk to work, thereby getting some exercise AND some daylight. Things will get better. In six weeks, flowers, shrubs, and trees will start blooming all over the neighborhood. Spring in NC is the equivalent of fall in NY - the beautiful, magical scenery that is the consolation prize for the hellish weather that follows.
Man, even when I try to be positive, the negative still sneaks out.
I sleep very soundly. Actually, I sleep like the dead, and I always have. But I also snore, and occasionally gasp, so I am scheduled for a sleep study next week. Sleep is my superpower - I have no trouble falling asleep, and I feel rested when I wake. Unfortunately, I'm been keeping David awake, and five days out of seven, he sleeps on the couch. That isn't good. Anyway, the doctor at the sleep center said I sounded like a very sleepy person (?) and recommended the study. It seems to me that he has a financial interest in diagnosing me with a sleep problem, but I'll try to keep an open mind. (There it goes again.)
Bah, humbug. This, too, shall pass.