Not quite up to my daily blog post goal, but at least I am letting less time pass. The word now is "longlingeringviralinfection." Okay. I realize that is actually not one word. But it is one thing. And I am not fond of it. Here is my only bit of whining about that for this post: I'll feel better for a day and then worse. And then have a fever, and then not. Of course I suppose that is better than feeling terrible all the time. Shutting up about it now.
I have been engaging (kind of obsessively) in writing the sequel to my first kinda-trashy novel. I have 26,000 some words on it so far. It will likely take 70 - 80 thousand words to tell the whole tale. We'll see.
Second (kind of obsessive) project has been working on beaded cuffs. So far I have made two for myself and 1 just because and I am working on another just because.
Last night I snipped threads and un-beaded about 1/3 of my newest project. Which violated my no ripping, no "frogging," no un-doing after ten pm rule. It's a pretty good rule. I should probably stick to that. But I will be much happier with the result, so this time it turned out okay.
I must confess to a bad habit that I have developed recently (during the sleepless nights and the super tired afternoons of this recent bout of COUGH COUGH COUGH). In order to get to sleep-- especially if there are other noises going on in the house, I listen to (but not watch) Netflix on my phone.
I believe this is likely NOT conducive to sleep. Especially because I listen to criminal procedural murder mystery shows. You know... the kind designed to be soothing and relaxing? Just thought I would try to convince people that was the case.
It's the sort of thing that I would never allow my children to do... I remember back when they would stay up super late listening to books on tape until we made a music only rule for bedtime. Maybe that's what I need to do. Except I find it less distracting to listen to people talking. But not news.
I think I just need to exile my smart phone from my dumb bedtime routine. Ban it from the Bedroom. Bring only Books.
P.S. I have misplaced my yellow glasses. It makes me sad.
P.P.S. I am sporadically adhering to my plan to check email and calendar twice per day. it is much less terrifying when i am strict about that schedule. Like checking often for scorpions in my shoes. If I lived somewhere that had scorpions. And usually its just shoes. I should remember this.
Happy to report nothing exciting on the whole bipolar front. I've been only the normal amount of moody and irritable given my stupid cold.
Except I have been stressed about nebulous work stuff and the scramble to find childcare for many meetings that I really should attend. Daughter is not in childcare because most of the time I am home. When I am not, relying on Friend, Family and Neighbor care. I think the stress comes more from my recent detachment from time and inattention to calendar. (I need to plan things further out than: OH CRAP, I have a meeting tomorrow and who is going to watch the daughter???)
Perhaps I should look into arranging play dates for her when I only have short meetings. That suddenly seems brilliant. And not like, "Hey, I should totally trim the branches from the maple tree by standing on an icy roof" kind of brilliant. Just the regular kind.
Grateful Crap: normal stuff that is just the normal amount of stressful
ALWAY ALWAYS ALWAYS take my meds
(but still have not okayed my increase in lamotrigine with behavioral psych nurse practitioner. have an appointment tomorrow. I promise I will address that when I see her)
one time I went to the gym. but I am balancing the need to rest with the need to exercise.
Have not been up until 1:30. But I am often up until past midnight. Non-optimal.
Still sometimes feel like hibernating, but I'm pretty sure I can blame that on temperament and not pathology.
Quaker, teacher, parent,