When did it get to be January 25th?
I performed an amazing act this morning, previously assumed impossible. That's right, I went to a 5.30 a.m. yoga class. I've had some back issues lately so decided to throw in some yoga to see if that helps. I used to do yoga a lot, but really it has fallen by the wayside in favor of more intense training. So I guess this means I need to add more hours to my day. So I did my yoga in the morning and still fit in my weight training in the evening. I did bail on spin class, because I honestly couldn't imagine doing an hour of spin after the extremely long day I have had, and it would have involved me waiting around the Y for awhile until it started after my training so I just did half an hour on the elliptical. Which obviously is neither the running nor biking I need to do (specifically the running since I am pretty sure if i attempted to run the half marathon I am planning this year while in my current state I would be setting myself up for failure). Anyway, there are more days for that, I suppose. But I got up and went to the gym at frickin' 5.30 in the morning. Yes, there is, apparently, a 5.30 in the morning also.
So, again, today was a long day. Worked from home because I had a funeral to go to in Lakewood at 1.30 so it was easier for me to just go from home. I have never been to a funeral before. Is that weird, given that I'm nearly 33? Anyway, I have been to plenty of memorial services, but never to a graveside thing. My dad and I talked as he was driving me home. I said that my decision to be cremated has been reinforced now. I said that all I could think was that she was in there. My dad said yeah, he wasn't to keen on being put into a box and decomposing much himself. Anyway, so the funeral was for my cousin Dorothy. Technically my grandfather's cousin, but we always just called each other cousin. She was either 93 (going to be 94 in March) or 94. So it's not like there wasn't a nice long life there. We were pleased that the turnout was much better than expected. My parents were the ones who arranged everything. She didn't really have much else in the way of family who actually knew her well. So at the funeral her cousin (who is 96) showed up and then a couple of other second cousins. That's pretty much who we expected, with the exception of the woman who was her caretaker and another family she was close to. But you know what was cool? She was a teacher and some people saw the obituary and showed up. There was one lady she taught in 1946 or something. I think that's really cool. She retired in 1977 and some of her students saw the obituary and showed up. It's a testament to what a cool and caring person she was. So that was nice. The funeral process was a bit depressing to me, standing around on a gray January afternoon looking at a box with a dead body (it wasn't open casket, but I was still pretty aware of the concept). But it was good because she arranged it all. She didn't have a will or anything, and didn't make her wishes known or anything (she did not like to talk about the possibility of death at all). So my parents found this plot she'd paid for when she and her brother (who died in the 80s) bought them together where their parents were buried. So it was good that she arranged things so at least we knew what she wanted.
Anyway, so yeah, long day. Woke up, went to yoga, went to funeral, came home and finished some work, went to Y again, came home and finished some work. Finally had some food and wine and watched the Big Bang Theory and Tosh.0.
And it was still an improvement over yesterday. Yesterday I woke up after very little sleep feeling hideous. Work was awful. I was on about 80,000,000 shortage reports. I had to spend most of the day on something that I thought was complete on Friday, but by Monday my boss had changed his mind and I needed to do a whole new attachments. I was so stressed. I ripped this guy a new one for giving direction to one of my suppliers. I called my friend crying at one point. I can't believe we are already so far into January to the point it's almost over and so far 2011 has been no improvement over 2010. Know this is a bad attitude to have in January. It's just a month. But still. Oh, I also have a memorial for my friend Irene, who passed away at the end of last year, this week. So yeah. Fun week.
Guess we'll see what tomorrow brings.
So, again, today was a long day. Worked from home because I had a funeral to go to in Lakewood at 1.30 so it was easier for me to just go from home. I have never been to a funeral before. Is that weird, given that I'm nearly 33? Anyway, I have been to plenty of memorial services, but never to a graveside thing. My dad and I talked as he was driving me home. I said that my decision to be cremated has been reinforced now. I said that all I could think was that she was in there. My dad said yeah, he wasn't to keen on being put into a box and decomposing much himself. Anyway, so the funeral was for my cousin Dorothy. Technically my grandfather's cousin, but we always just called each other cousin. She was either 93 (going to be 94 in March) or 94. So it's not like there wasn't a nice long life there. We were pleased that the turnout was much better than expected. My parents were the ones who arranged everything. She didn't really have much else in the way of family who actually knew her well. So at the funeral her cousin (who is 96) showed up and then a couple of other second cousins. That's pretty much who we expected, with the exception of the woman who was her caretaker and another family she was close to. But you know what was cool? She was a teacher and some people saw the obituary and showed up. There was one lady she taught in 1946 or something. I think that's really cool. She retired in 1977 and some of her students saw the obituary and showed up. It's a testament to what a cool and caring person she was. So that was nice. The funeral process was a bit depressing to me, standing around on a gray January afternoon looking at a box with a dead body (it wasn't open casket, but I was still pretty aware of the concept). But it was good because she arranged it all. She didn't have a will or anything, and didn't make her wishes known or anything (she did not like to talk about the possibility of death at all). So my parents found this plot she'd paid for when she and her brother (who died in the 80s) bought them together where their parents were buried. So it was good that she arranged things so at least we knew what she wanted.
Anyway, so yeah, long day. Woke up, went to yoga, went to funeral, came home and finished some work, went to Y again, came home and finished some work. Finally had some food and wine and watched the Big Bang Theory and Tosh.0.
And it was still an improvement over yesterday. Yesterday I woke up after very little sleep feeling hideous. Work was awful. I was on about 80,000,000 shortage reports. I had to spend most of the day on something that I thought was complete on Friday, but by Monday my boss had changed his mind and I needed to do a whole new attachments. I was so stressed. I ripped this guy a new one for giving direction to one of my suppliers. I called my friend crying at one point. I can't believe we are already so far into January to the point it's almost over and so far 2011 has been no improvement over 2010. Know this is a bad attitude to have in January. It's just a month. But still. Oh, I also have a memorial for my friend Irene, who passed away at the end of last year, this week. So yeah. Fun week.
Guess we'll see what tomorrow brings.