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 Equatorial Actions: 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. Comments are closed.
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