Sunday April 25, 2004
It's about 62F/16C here in my igloo office so this will be mercifully short - for all of us.
Last night I fantasized about getting the mountain of laundry done today, but that was out of the question after a further slide of my sleep cycle. The discouraging part of my current state is that doing almost nothing gives me the, false it turns out, impression that I am making headway because I start feeling not confused and not fatigued. Of course this leads me to do a slight bit more the next day and then the day after that becomes a foot dragging numb head kind of day.
Keeping my head wrapped around a good mood takes energy that escapes me most days. Which means there is very little protecting the world from me. And even less protecting me from me, either. Fair's fair, I guess.
Today's sleep shortage along with feelings of nausea and fever kept me moving slowly enough that when a store employee told me I looked tired, I said I was and thanked him. No, I don't know why, either.
Talking and listening to some of my family over the past few days helped dispel the impression that I am completely alone in the world. My brother called the other night and I called my kids on different days to catch up with them. They are all doing well, by the way.
Not much else is newsworthy. That's thing about being fatigued and idle - there's nothing to distract me from being fatigued and idle. I did finally realize today that I'd missed Larissa's concert performances earlier this week. It wasn't intentional, that's for sure, just a sad consequence of circumstances beyond my control at the moment.
Maybe I'll get another chance one of these months. Here's hoping.
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