It’s the possibility that the pressure might be relieved in the future that… itches. I want everything put back the way it was, like, now. Obviously that’s not going to happen, but I want it to anyway. That can make me grouchy, like it did today. Grouchy and snappish over little things.
There’s going to be so much vacation time when this is all over…
It’s not been the best week. Nothing horrible, per se, but a lot of distractions. The leak we had stretched over three floors and two bathrooms, and even though the repair job is straightforward it’s still been kind of loud. But hopefully they’ll be done tomorrow!
Deadline for the baronial newsletter. Normally it’s not a problem, but this month some stuff that I’m peripherally involved with is going on and I needed to make sure it got into the newsletter all nice and whatnot. Couple that with a need to handle all the things going on with the second day of school back and it’s amazing where the time went.
And, to be truthful about it: the short story fiction is kind of looming over my head right now. I told myself a couple of days off was understandable, but the couple of days are over. Got to get back on top of things…
Nothing’s gelling and I’m worried that I have a cavity. Not so bad, now that the dentists are opening up again – except that mine promptly closed up again for renovations. I think that I’m running under a sleep deficit, too.
So I’m just taking the rest of the day off. See you folks tomorrow.
Often happens on the first of the month. I’m also mildly worried of burnout, but I’m always worried about burnout. I think I’m going to go to bed at (for me) a reasonable hour, turn off the alarm, and not worry about when I’m getting up. The kids are perfectly capable of getting their own breakfasts and into each other’s business without my help, after all.
Just too much stuff going on at once, in too many directions. And not everything was bad! Just… complicated. I’m hoping that the week off will let me reset a little. Get everything back on track.
…No, really.
