A little blue
Yesterday I woke up feeling sad. Part of that is that I’m not sleeping well. Not because I’m worrying about something — although I used to be that way a lot. In fact, it was one reason I gave up being a Girl Scout leader; planning meetings would stress me out. No, the reason I’m not sleeping well (more that I’m not sleeping deeply, so am easily awakened around 3-4 in the morning, then can’t get back to sleep because the Consort is sleeping so deeply beside me) is that I’ve been drinking a glass of wine for several nights in a row. Sure wish I wasn’t so sensitive that that sort of thing.
I’ve also been spending much more time than usual sitting at my desk, and my upper back has been killing me.* A subcontracting edit job came in (more on that in a sec) and it has turned out to be a bigger job than I expected. As in, full working days on Saturday and Sunday just to try to keep up. So although this past week has been Spring Break for the girls and the Consort, and although I had big plans of blogging daily for Lent (not that I practice any sort of organized religion anymore, but I do like the idea), I’ve been learning all sorts of terrible things about complex diseases, and the unbelievable number of drugs people need to take just to survive (which leads to drug interaction issues, and subsequent illnesses, and … well, it’s no surprise that yesterday out of the blue I told Impera, “Don’t get AIDS!,” and she was super-confused: I had just given her money to get me some medicinal dark chocolate to keep my focus up, why did I think she’d get AIDS on the way to the corner store?)
So, I’m trying to embrace the feasting, because I had been experiencing my fair share of work famine in the past few months, but it can be hard.
*And before you say anything: I have a screen-lifter so my screen is at eye level, I have an office chair, and a foot rest. So it isn’t that I’m working in a completely non-ergonomic manner (like the Consort, who slouches over his laptop on the couch all evening. Ahem.)