I’m tired when I get in, but not sleepy. I sit in the coziest corner of the couch and open the book – the steady scratch of pencils – color slowly filling the pages – is relaxing… but it does not put me to sleep. Continue reading “Up all night”
The alarm goes off, and as I reach to turn it off, my thoughts – if they rise to the level of thoughts – are a groggy mix of thankful it’s the weekend and giving myself permission, as I roll over to resettle, to turn off the alarm, get my workout later, and skip trying to hit all my hourly steps today.
And then it comes back to me.
The evening call with Asia last night.
The restless, fitful mostly failed sleep attempt.
The fact that sleep finally came in the smallish hours, though not smallish enough.
The fact that it’s Tuesday. Not Saturday.
I guess I won’t be sleeping in, after all.
Comes the weekend, and I’m not sleeping.
I wish it was for a fun reason. Continue reading “Sleepless”
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?
Also IRL yesterday was Julie’s birthday and I flubbed it. Sorry sweetie! Hope it was happy! 🎂
5:10 is still dark.
5:10 would be 15 minutes too late to be waking for a commuter day.
(This is not a commuter day; there are no commuting days at present.)
… tonight, is not the news or the state of the world or that the new coronavirus is probably the next flu (which was way scarier and more dangerous than it is now, before we knew how to vaccinate for it, what the transmission mechanisms were, optimum self-protection means, etc), or even that it’s so quiet now that S has gone home. Continue reading “What keeps me up”
…up at this hour?
It’s almost 1AM, and I’m up, when I should be doing things like sleeping. Perhaps dreaming. At least resting. Continue reading “What am I doing”
… is the 6 hour time difference. Or the 12-hour flight. Continue reading “What isn’t so great”
You know that thing where you are stressed out at work and then you take your mind off it with an episode of Fargo and then, because you should really be paying attention to Continue reading “Good morning. Pass the coffee please.”