I wasn’t all that late going to bed but ended up sleeping through my alarm anyway. Or maybe I didn’t set it or I turned it off and slept on, no idea. So I did write morning pages but skipped yoga.
Since I ended up being sore still from yoga and bodyweight training the day before maybe that was a good thing, who knows.
All day long I had a hard time picking up speed I was just sluggish and slow. And, by the way, I just looked up how long it takes for vitamin D to take effect and it should take a couple of weeks so maybe I’ll feel a little better once that kicks in.
I left the dishes and such because I had a doctor’s appointment and almost forgot to print my blood pressure data out. Went out the door later than I wanted but ended up being there just on time anyway.
Doctor said I was doing everything right and how to proceed with flu and covid shots and bloodwork for the thyroid, so that was reassuring. I was in and out within 15 minutes.
Then I went to the pharmacy for my updated medication and to the health food store for buns, potato chips and chocolate. Again.
Went home, started doing at the least the breakfast dishes and then went into full on slump mode. Managed to order Chinese takeout and picked it up and in between printed new grocery list forms, then ate with my husband and the boy. There were spring rolls:
And my usual fried noodles with chicken:
After that I just sat there, reading and playing silly games. My first student of the day canceled and I thought briefly that I could just get the house clean before the next student but then I was just too exhausted.
I had great plans of using the time after teaching for some website-related stuff but found that not only I couldn’t log into my account, I also couldn’t manage to get a new password sent to my email. So that was a bust.
I ended up doing some half-assed research about author websites and then it was time for yet another Zoom call to learn things. Where we talked a lot about exhaustion and overwhelm, go figure.
I sat around some more, then started writing this post, did the dishes after all, ate potato chips for dinner while watching some C-drama and drank a bottle of beer while thinking of my father who would have turned 84 today. Commemorating my father’s birthday with potato chips and beer seemed rather appropriate because he is the one I got my love of both from. Might be hereditary.
It was very interesting, last weekend, to see all the people at the family reunion whose lives he had touched and changed for the better. Because it was my father who made those reunions a regular thing and who planned a lot of them in meticulous detail for many years. And to see him missed.
That’s the thing, none of us knows where and how we touch other people’s lives, we just have to take it as it comes.
Like having to clean the house on a Saturday because I ran out of steam.
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