I feel so mixed up.
I keep having to remind myself tomorrow isn't Monday. My brain has no use for a day that was a holiday in a life where the days don't change only the day and night. Everything feels confusingly topsy-turvey. I feel sort of dizzy trying to think hard or long today. I've lost myself in watching two of the more extended art live streams that have 12-24 hr limits on them, and one that was only during a specific hour.
I don't feel depressed today. Or sad even. Just very, very. Nebulous.
My parents went grocery shopping again, and I worry about them, mid-60's and early-70's, and they bring things home to me, and always tuck in a small surprise (last week was a chocolate easter bunny, today was a set of bright yellow easter peep bunnies). I love them, and I worry. Especially as we top the largest numbers to die in a day. So far from peak periods.
I ordered a desk, and then a chair, and it's strange. Adjusting to something in my space I would never have wanted until I was stuck working from home, in a house I have loved for five years, but that has no space to have my work moved into it on a 50-60 hours a week basis. I've given up my entire dining room table, too.
Sigh. I should go write my hanging Goodreads Reviews. I have like 15 or 20 or something like that, and I've made it a rule that until I've caught up, I'm not even allowed to pull up the Hugo Finalist short stories and start reading them. Wow, Tori. Apropos lyric even.
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I don't feel depressed today. Or sad even. Just very, very. Nebulous.
My parents went grocery shopping again, and I worry about them, mid-60's and early-70's, and they bring things home to me, and always tuck in a small surprise (last week was a chocolate easter bunny, today was a set of bright yellow easter peep bunnies). I love them, and I worry. Especially as we top the largest numbers to die in a day. So far from peak periods.
I ordered a desk, and then a chair, and it's strange. Adjusting to something in my space I would never have wanted until I was stuck working from home, in a house I have loved for five years, but that has no space to have my work moved into it on a 50-60 hours a week basis. I've given up my entire dining room table, too.
Sigh. I should go write my hanging Goodreads Reviews. I have like 15 or 20 or something like that, and I've made it a rule that until I've caught up, I'm not even allowed to pull up the Hugo Finalist short stories and start reading them. Wow, Tori. Apropos lyric even.
[This entry was originally posted at https://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2351354.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]