It's Monday and I'm not at work. I'm overwhelmed with job-related suggestions and ideas, for which I heartily thank you all! It's sinking in that I'm really on the next step now.
Emotionally, the next step seems to be the grumpies.
This morning I had my annual doctor's appointment in which nothing gets done and I pay $430 for the privilege. I'm also currently under a wave of foot-related grumpy, probably because last time I was off work I could run. I'm relearning how to eat right (my usual pattern is to snack on junk all day) when I don't have friends coming by my desk reminding me it's lunchtime. But have I invited anyone to lunch? No, I've just sat here. I haven't even responded (yet) to one friend's invitation to drop by her house.
I'm hermiting.
Worse, I'm ignoring stuff. Under the guise of taking a break, I'm doing nothing at all. I didn't go swim this morning, and I could easily have. I haven't tried to find new special shoes now that the ones I'm wearing are falling apart. Ditto jeans. With all this free time I've put nothing in the crock pot, and I've baked no cookies or pies. I haven't touched the shirt I started sewing last time I was out of work.
I know that though this is minor, it will grow and feed on itself if ungoverned. Activity, that's what I need. A good long run would...
...dammit.
Okay, maybe a load of dishes.
Emotionally, the next step seems to be the grumpies.
This morning I had my annual doctor's appointment in which nothing gets done and I pay $430 for the privilege. I'm also currently under a wave of foot-related grumpy, probably because last time I was off work I could run. I'm relearning how to eat right (my usual pattern is to snack on junk all day) when I don't have friends coming by my desk reminding me it's lunchtime. But have I invited anyone to lunch? No, I've just sat here. I haven't even responded (yet) to one friend's invitation to drop by her house.
I'm hermiting.
Worse, I'm ignoring stuff. Under the guise of taking a break, I'm doing nothing at all. I didn't go swim this morning, and I could easily have. I haven't tried to find new special shoes now that the ones I'm wearing are falling apart. Ditto jeans. With all this free time I've put nothing in the crock pot, and I've baked no cookies or pies. I haven't touched the shirt I started sewing last time I was out of work.
I know that though this is minor, it will grow and feed on itself if ungoverned. Activity, that's what I need. A good long run would...
...dammit.
Okay, maybe a load of dishes.
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*hugs*
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It does sound like you'd feel better if you were doing
something. But, personally, I think a week of sleep
and hot baths is the minimum reasonalbe level of sloth.
But I realize your mileage may vary.
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Mmmm, hot baths. With a book. Mmmmmm. (When I am Queen all books shall be available on waterproof paper. It is permissible for such a book to cost more than its regular counterpart, but it shall be available.)
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BUT, when discussing REST and RECOVERY and SLOTHFULNESS, I say the clock starts on Monday morning -- at whatever time you DIDN'T go to work. That is when the actual change of activity started. So, you are just getting started by my reckoning.
I like the plan for waterproof books. I wonder if some sort of bathtub floaty-shelf exists? with a little bookrack/holder on it (of course).
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O'course, the flip side is that physical exercise is a great counter to the doldrums. So I did go swim this morning. I'll count that as slothful if I didn't stress about it.
Ooo, I like the shelf idea! Sort of like those laptop desk things, but with cork underneath instead of a pillow... Somebody has to have made one of these, right? Right? :-)
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So have dinner with me some night! If you put on the pasta water, I'll cook. :)
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