Mandatory 0700 meeting, so I had to drive up to work. Most boring, pointless, nothing to do with me meeting ever. But I returned empty egg cartons and paid the chickens to Farmgal who had to be there as well, even though she didn't have a shift either. Last day off, and I am so relieved I had this time. That I looked at the 86 days between Labor Day and Thanksgiving, and figured I needed a little something in between, and scheduled a couple of holiday days for myself. Especially since they turned into semi-sick days. Hotflashed sleep deprivation is not my favorite state of mind to work in. Got a lot done in the house, and the garden, though. Tidied away the mass of sunflower stalks, planted spring bulbs, last minute weeding.
Mostly, it's just time to myself, playing my own music, retuning. Reading, too. Taking Moby outside for long stretches. Idledays.
Hoping to feel more energy tomorrow, scrape off the fuzz that has accumulated on my brain.
2 comments:
I too am not so clear headed the first day back from some time off. I can guess that it is more tolerable for me to be foggy in my job than it is for you in yours.
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