there is something wrong with me

Feeling ‘Blah’

Let me preface this with: I’m not sick. As I write this (versus when this posts – who knows by then), I haven’t been within six feet, ten feet, 25 feet of anyone, in ages.

So it’s not that. No worries there.

But I’m tired. Tired and sad and just blah.

(Real time update: I have been near other people – my family – on a limited basis. And that was so nice. Nevertheless I have a fresh dose of blah going on.)

This morning I overslept. I got my workout (Wii run) midday because I have this list to work through, and because I have a daily goal to meet, and then I made myself do the weights in the afternoon because seriously, if I didn’t move I might have just put my head down and slept.

I considered dumping more caffeine into my system, even knowing that afternoon caffeine would mess me up tonight, but my eye has been twitchy since lunchtime and so… nope.

It’s 5:30 pm as I write this. I’m 1800 steps from my 10k target and 4300 from my actual goal for the day and I want to go to bed now.

Which I am not going to do. In fact I bet if I strip the bed, I’ll have enough whites to do a load of laundry. And that will both make me move a little, and make me stay up at least long enough to put the bed back together.

Ech. Why do I feel so blah?

I feel like I’m underwater today so I thought I’d pull an image where that was a good thing… An awesome thing… An awesome time!

Maybe I just need an adventure?

Or something.

Also IRL yesterday was Julie’s birthday and I flubbed it. Sorry sweetie! Hope it was happy! 🎂

@Fitbit, there is something wrong with me

Working on my record

(Not the music kind. This is me we’re talking about.)

(And, yes, because it is me, I do wish it was a record related to crossing off more travel destinations from my extensive list of places-to-go, but alas, that must wait a bit longer so we can all be a bit safer and healthier in the process.)

No, I’m still doing all my adventuring indoors.

Over the weekend I stayed super active. I kept moving as much as possible – workout, weights, (pause to make coffee), another workout, pond work, yard work, (pause for lunch), more yard work, shower, laundry, pacing, dancing… Continue reading “Working on my record”

flotsam, there is something wrong with me

Cussing in my yard

It’s not a proud moment, to be honest. But it’s a thing that happened. This I must confess.

Also I will say, this happened about a week ago. This particular shameful moment did not happen over the holy weekend.

Like that makes it better.

(Voice over: She was correct; it did not make it better.)

Usually I’d unpack my shed of all the cute yard stuff on a nice warm sunny day. I’d do it at leisure, because I felt moved and inspired to do it. All that set out, I’d uncover my deck tables, carefully roll up the covers and put them in the bin that had the yard stuff in it. Stash it all away and then enjoy how nice my yard looks, all set out for the season.

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