This has felt like the longest week in the history of weeks. It might be the recent return to the office and the disruption of the rhythm and groove that was fine-tuned over the past 18 months. The pre-departure time again spent dealing with makeup, wardrobe, lunch packing, dog wrangling/diapering and commuting to start the office-office days feels wasteful. I have no idea how I used to do this five days a week, every week. The chair at the office-office, which was fine for years, feels like a torture device with body parts going numb.
It was a luxury to have been able to throw on the same clothes
for several days, hit the computer, and already be working during the time now spent
preparing to depart and drive.
Maybe it’s the return of the old October and April seasonal
insomnia which had blessedly not made an appearance for just enough years for
me to get comfortable. Maybe it’s stress or an emotional hangover of the past
two months with losing my brother, losing Moose, needing the new water tank, fighting
the mice, and all the other bull crap that has crept in around the edges.
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