Hello
Strange day today.
Not strange in that I was still not well enough to work productively. It was nice, however, to shower, dress, breakfast, and bring in laundry. Later I managed a short trip to the shops. In the afternoon I felt well enough to read a couple of short stories from Dreaming Again edited by Jack Dann, and to watch the penultimate episode of Ashes to Ashes (wtf?).
Have been thickheaded and sleepy for what feels like forever and today I got hit by a small dose of existential crisis. The stables have been open for two weeks now but I haven't been well enough to even drive down for a gratuitous scritching visit, let alone to make some form of contribution. Not well enough to visit anyone. Haven't been to my folks' place in weeks which is practically unheard of.
Last week's effort to have a holiday from worrying about work backfired rather badly, for at no point did I have enough spoons to generate the slightest amount of guilt at the possibility of mis-spending them, and that felt bad. Parse that, b*tches.
Didn't come close to working on The Book (in lieu or otherwise of Real Work); typing more than 140 characters has been (and still is) difficult.
My latest DIY attempt at justifying my existence is a bit thin, but it's all I have at present: I can probably name ten people whom I have amused in the last six months. Amused--for my purposes--includes online lols, hee's, heh's, likes, and *snort*'s. If I'm feeling statistically promiscuous I could include people in shops who often seem to laugh nervously in my presence. Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't include those people. Certainly the vet nurses are a friendly bunch. There's Husband, of course, who provides my main supply of cheap laughs.
If I've made ten people slightly happier in six months then that's a good thing, and I'll have to be satisfied with that for a while.
Not strange in that I was still not well enough to work productively. It was nice, however, to shower, dress, breakfast, and bring in laundry. Later I managed a short trip to the shops. In the afternoon I felt well enough to read a couple of short stories from Dreaming Again edited by Jack Dann, and to watch the penultimate episode of Ashes to Ashes (wtf?).
Have been thickheaded and sleepy for what feels like forever and today I got hit by a small dose of existential crisis. The stables have been open for two weeks now but I haven't been well enough to even drive down for a gratuitous scritching visit, let alone to make some form of contribution. Not well enough to visit anyone. Haven't been to my folks' place in weeks which is practically unheard of.
Last week's effort to have a holiday from worrying about work backfired rather badly, for at no point did I have enough spoons to generate the slightest amount of guilt at the possibility of mis-spending them, and that felt bad. Parse that, b*tches.
Didn't come close to working on The Book (in lieu or otherwise of Real Work); typing more than 140 characters has been (and still is) difficult.
My latest DIY attempt at justifying my existence is a bit thin, but it's all I have at present: I can probably name ten people whom I have amused in the last six months. Amused--for my purposes--includes online lols, hee's, heh's, likes, and *snort*'s. If I'm feeling statistically promiscuous I could include people in shops who often seem to laugh nervously in my presence. Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't include those people. Certainly the vet nurses are a friendly bunch. There's Husband, of course, who provides my main supply of cheap laughs.
If I've made ten people slightly happier in six months then that's a good thing, and I'll have to be satisfied with that for a while.