obsessed.
Yarn. Lynx. Fun. Birds. More. More.
LOL
I'm so tired this week, but not from all the fun we've been having.
We (yes, that's the royal pronoun) decreed a week of feminine mystique, otherwise known as perimenopause fun and games. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep for more than a couple hours. The first night it was something like an hour of sleep and I'd wake up, drenched, but shivering in a cold air-conditioned room. I'm exhausted, but jittering as if I were one of the salespersons in a Slumberland commercial, ingesting entire cans of coffee grounds. Three days of this sh**. And counting.
Anyway I am never so tired that I can't enjoy a great concert.
muneraven blogged all about it; I'll just add that I love the Cliks. Subversive. Loud. Four musicians playing together so well you'd think they were one. Really good.
And I love the Lynx! I enjoyed them a lot last year, when they were losing so badly, but it is extra special to see them winning! OK, the last game was a little sad because they lost a second time to the same team. Oops. But they still have one of the best records in the league. And several really great players.
The hawk visited this morning. I can tell when it's the hawk and not a jay or some other screecher -- not only is its call rather distinctive, all the other little birds get very quiet. Even the cardinals. It's eerie; the yard is usually such a cheerful place in the morning. That really didn't help me get going this morning.
Anyway when I get in this space I get a little obsessed, and a little ADHD all at the same time. I miss my birds; I want to knit; I want to see more Lynx games, and I want more sleep. But I kinda can't concentrate too well on things that I really don't wanna do.
So ... fetch me some more yarn and turn up the music!
LOL
I'm so tired this week, but not from all the fun we've been having.
We (yes, that's the royal pronoun) decreed a week of feminine mystique, otherwise known as perimenopause fun and games. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep for more than a couple hours. The first night it was something like an hour of sleep and I'd wake up, drenched, but shivering in a cold air-conditioned room. I'm exhausted, but jittering as if I were one of the salespersons in a Slumberland commercial, ingesting entire cans of coffee grounds. Three days of this sh**. And counting.
Anyway I am never so tired that I can't enjoy a great concert.
muneraven blogged all about it; I'll just add that I love the Cliks. Subversive. Loud. Four musicians playing together so well you'd think they were one. Really good.
And I love the Lynx! I enjoyed them a lot last year, when they were losing so badly, but it is extra special to see them winning! OK, the last game was a little sad because they lost a second time to the same team. Oops. But they still have one of the best records in the league. And several really great players.
The hawk visited this morning. I can tell when it's the hawk and not a jay or some other screecher -- not only is its call rather distinctive, all the other little birds get very quiet. Even the cardinals. It's eerie; the yard is usually such a cheerful place in the morning. That really didn't help me get going this morning.
Anyway when I get in this space I get a little obsessed, and a little ADHD all at the same time. I miss my birds; I want to knit; I want to see more Lynx games, and I want more sleep. But I kinda can't concentrate too well on things that I really don't wanna do.
So ... fetch me some more yarn and turn up the music!