. . . we were promised a high of 17 degrees today!
I really debated about breaking out the capri’s this morning, but I think I’ll hold off for a week or so. For the time being I’ll go sockless or in sandals. Oh, and I’ll wear short sleeves, too.
I’m kind of in a funny place right now. I’ve been spending a lot of time spring-cleaning my house and just trying to get back to a more settled way of life.
What that has amounted to really, is me sleeping a lot. I’ve been incredibly tired for the last week or so and though I’ve pushed myself through it and got a lot of stuff accomplished, I find that by nine o’clock I’m pretty much done in. And then, trying to drag my hiney out of bed in the morning? What a chore that is.
It’s probably just the weather, the change in seasons; I only hope it passes soon.
On the writing side of things: my novel is going nowhere. I have, in fact, abandoned it for the moment. I did, however, begin a new children’s book. And I’ve surfed out some contests that I could enter. If I get up the energy.
Perhaps a big part of my problem is the fact that we’ve had a great deal of time off from work the past month. A week at the end of March (our Spring Break), followed by two four-day work weeks because of the Easter holiday. Then, added to that I was away at a convention for nearly a week prior to Spring Break.
I sort of get into this fantasy world of what it would be like to be able to be at home every day, and then, when it ends I’m left a little confused and disoriented. It’s a bit of a struggle for a few days to get back into the routine of leaving the house for work. Prepping the coffee the night before. Making sure my lunch is ready. Leaving enough time to iron a blouse, put on makeup, straighten my hair.
I so much prefer just waking up and padding about the house quietly with a cup of coffee in my hand, trying to find the brightest patch of sunlight to curl up in while I sit and ponder the day ahead.
It was nice while it lasted.
Have a great day everyone — and don’t work too hard.