I had a hard time pulling out of my dreams this morning. The alarm yanked me from one where I was reading a manifesto from a girl I knew in grade school about why she was leaving. It had badly drawn comics in it as well as blocks of text, and I never got to the part where she revealed her reasons for leaving.
I found myself very sore and sleepy after yesterday’s hike. And I think I’m PMSing as well.
The work day went by in a reasonable fashion. I had things to do and I got them done, but I didn’t really get to dig into my email backlog from last week.
I’m going to be going to a conference this week. I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to that or not. I’m not worried, but I’m also not super excited. There’s a part of me that wants to find some physical affection while I’m out of state and in a big city. I’m just not sure if that will work out. I know Ambrose would want me to have fun, especially that way.
I’m glad that I’m no longer drinking alcohol. The temptation to imbibe while at these kinds of events is strong, and I was never good at figuring out when to stop. I enjoy myself more when I don’t have a hangover the next morning, that’s for sure. And heat may be a factor in Las Vegas. No way do I want to dehydrate myself between all the heat and the dry air of the air conditioned buildings.
I’m debating about whether to do running this week. I think short runs might be in order. My body is feeling a bit worn out, and I’m going to be doing a lot of walking at the conference. Maybe 1 mile tomorrow morning, followed by some Move U exercises.
I wanted to get my backpack packed, but I didn’t get that done. I did do the dishes, so at least I won’t be leaving the house with a full sink.