So I started the day all headachey and whiny and just lay around in bed reading about the Epstein-Barr virus, which may or may not be what had Spouse laid out for almost a month.
Did manage to rouse myself and kick the children outside to go to the library where we checked out 38 books. This may last us for three to four days.
I STILL have not made appointments or reordered my bupropion. I'm not sure why. Could be that the lethargy early in the day is not conducive to getting things done. I need to get off my ass. Plan things. Go places. Do things.
I feel bad that my happiness seems to stem from the feeling that things are just... right. I have a family I love and a job I love and colleagues and friends and family that I love. And I am kind of blissed out on that for the moment.
I'm not sure why I feel bad about feeling good about that. I just made my own head spin.
Have taken up singing at the top of my lungs once again. I think I need to break out my camera and drag the children out to some nature-y area. It would be good for everyone (provided sufficient quantities of bugspray and sunscreen. we are pale and tasty).
I will take pictures of the garden.
My students are not happy that I will not be teaching their class in the fall. That is always gratifying.
I am meeting with my co-teacher on Friday.
And I have a meeting with my boss tomorrow.
And I have someone to room with for summer institute. (Thanks, friend.)
So my work stuff feels nicely settled and no longer in limbo-land.
Grateful Crap: out of limbo
walked to library
talked to friend
checked my voicemail and sort of checked email
Quaker, teacher, parent,