Oh, the Bipolarity of Life
My life has taken on an "on-off" character. I was going to say rhythm, but only straight-ahead jazz could accomplish a rhythm like this. One day, I'll steam full-on with work (which requires it) and there is some other thing which needs to happen, and then I'll need to be low key the next day. Especially if that day is grey and rainy. Add to that, I've gotten soft.
I have started getting back into the swing of biking to work one day a week. Last week, I went dancing afterward in Northfield, and was duly useless the next day. This week, there was simply the added complication of taking the car into the shop, and dropping 2 weeks' pay in the process. My employer also revealed yesterday, that the class over lunch was mandatory. She told the rest of the world 18 minutes into the class. "That is why I'm feeding people." Only problem with that, is that I can't eat pizza. Good thing. I don't think I could bring myself to eat Domino's anyway. So after we biopsied the very last person of the morning, I went to hunt food, before returning for the last 6/10 fo the class. I am cautiously hopeful that I can get something done today. I don't feel the need to burn up the track; just want to actually check a few things off the list.
Over the course of late summer, I have gotten out of shape. Between getting off track with my numbers and giving up, being sick, taking a class, and simply being overwhelmed sometimes, I have softened up. Sometimes it is the ditziness, which leads me to go to the y without any id, as well as to dance without my dance shoes. The fact that I am teaching dance, instead of taking means not quite as much opportunity to actually do the dance. If I was in shape as I was in the middle of August, I would feel like doing more.
I really don't feel like doing any canning, but I do wish it could be done. The grape jam is wonderful, and I don't want to waste all the tomatoes. *le sigh*
I have started getting back into the swing of biking to work one day a week. Last week, I went dancing afterward in Northfield, and was duly useless the next day. This week, there was simply the added complication of taking the car into the shop, and dropping 2 weeks' pay in the process. My employer also revealed yesterday, that the class over lunch was mandatory. She told the rest of the world 18 minutes into the class. "That is why I'm feeding people." Only problem with that, is that I can't eat pizza. Good thing. I don't think I could bring myself to eat Domino's anyway. So after we biopsied the very last person of the morning, I went to hunt food, before returning for the last 6/10 fo the class. I am cautiously hopeful that I can get something done today. I don't feel the need to burn up the track; just want to actually check a few things off the list.
Over the course of late summer, I have gotten out of shape. Between getting off track with my numbers and giving up, being sick, taking a class, and simply being overwhelmed sometimes, I have softened up. Sometimes it is the ditziness, which leads me to go to the y without any id, as well as to dance without my dance shoes. The fact that I am teaching dance, instead of taking means not quite as much opportunity to actually do the dance. If I was in shape as I was in the middle of August, I would feel like doing more.
I really don't feel like doing any canning, but I do wish it could be done. The grape jam is wonderful, and I don't want to waste all the tomatoes. *le sigh*