Today, I feel like I’m under water.
Partly it’s allergies. (I have to fill a couple of prescriptions, one of them for an allergy med that ran out a few days ago.) Partly it’s the air, heavy with gray despite the relative presence of light. Also I haven’t had coffee yet, and have once again managed to get only six hours of sleep, which is not enough, in a big way.
But I was reasonably satisfied with what I got done at work yesterday, and plan to feel the same way today. As long as I stay away from reading the review book (only efficient when I’m awake) and stick to writing and writing and writing — some guidelines we’re working on, the work blog, a work email I owe people — I’ll be fine.
There’s a blue-dominated collage on my desk, featuring a sitting Buddha with butterfly wings. Inside, for once, I’m calm. Solstice is coming, I’m content to be right where I am and do exactly what I’m doing, and I don’t want anything right now.
OK, except maybe coffee.
