Schedule for the day: teach, walk home, sleep the rest of the day, attend open house, sleep. Lame. Not sure if I should be cutting myself some slack because of lingering hacking cough or if I should be kicking myself in the butt to get going. Once again the ever-popular gameshow: Dprssion or Virus? (Can I buy an E?) And did one cause the other. And which way. And does it matter. I think I get points for not avoiding the open house, though. Because even though I knew it would be a social event with much small talk and filled with People I Do Not Know, I went anyway. I did fix the dryer at some point in the recent past. And now we have many lovely piles of folded and unfolded clothes. And the cotton terrycloth towels no longer feel like sandpaper after being dried on the line. Grateful Crap: working dryer; absence of cigarette smoke Equatorial Actions: took meds (150mg venlafaxine, 450mg bupropion, 100mg lamotrigine) time outside 30 minute walk social crap I have not been eating well. Fewer scheduled meals. More snacky-type things. Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |