Another night of poor sleep, but that’s normal after rehearsals. I didn’t try to get myself to bed “on time” last night. I just decided to stay on the couch until I was ready to get into bed. But I still ended up spending some time in bed not sleeping.
And more time in the morning not getting up. But my breakfast was calling, and since it was the rest of the plate that my neighbor had brought, it had a loud enough voice to get me moving. I finished eating just before my “get ready for work” alarm at 7:45 am. For a while, I was manually setting that alarm each morning, but I decided to just set it for weekdays to make it easier for me. The 15 minutes is enough time to brush my teeth and prep for work (getting my water and tea to my desk, moving any pillows or other items I want to the office).
I’m starting to get a headache. I think it’s PMS related, based on when I’m expecting to get my next period (soon). I hope that doesn’t interfere with my Thanksgiving plans too much.
One of my cousins called this afternoon. We chatted for a bit; he wanted to see how I was doing. And to let me know that he’s thinking of me, and praying for me. It was nice to chat with him.
Tomorrow, a friend will be picking me up and I’ll be spending some days with her and her family. I’m looking forward to it while at the same time being a bit scared. I’m very used to being solo, and in my own home. It will be interesting to put the needs of a toddler ahead of my own. Maybe that will even be good for me.
In the wake of the painting classes, I am feeling the desire to create art. I don’t have a lot of materials, but I do have some. Odds and ends. A good amount of yarn, some leather, some drawing materials… There was something I wanted to sew, what was it? I’d really like to figure out a way to make flowers. I want a bouquet that won’t decay.
I did my exercises during my health & wellness release time plus lunch hour. I’m glad I did. I’d’ve had time after work, but it’s nicer to get to cooking and to sit at the table and write. Before Ambrose died, I talked about wanting to figure out a way to better concentrate on my writing. He told me to use the kitchen table, and that’s what I’m doing now. I’m drifting on the currents, picking up what I can along the way…