“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 747 (Saturday) – awake and asleep

New life!

There are times when the body decides the day’s schedule, despite what is on the calendar and today was such a day. It didn’t arrive without warning. For a few weeks, and especially since the clocks were changed, I’ve been feeling tired. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s a side dish to stress or a cause to stress, but it shows up like an undercurrent, often undercutting any plans for the day, whether tentative or solid.

This morning’s tentative plan was to attend the Finnish breakfast, held from 8 to 10:00, an hour away from home. My family and I often attend, and meet there around 8:30. After that, the next option was to visit the phone vendor to explore upgrade options.

Knowing that I've been tired and dragging butt all week and that last Saturday, when up at 6:00 am to get to a dental appointment, I promised myself that “next Saturday I can sleep late,” it was iffy. Friday, it was decided that I would wake up on Saturday whenever I did, and if time allowed, there might be a trip for the breakfast and phone shopping.

I woke up at 6:00, checked the time, rolled over, and went back to sleep. It was 8:00 when I awoke again, and Finnish breakfast was ruled out due to the whole time/space thing. It was 10:30 before I was fully caffeinated, awake, and motivated enough to do anything. The “anything” that was finally done turned out to be the start to the yard cleanup. Flower beds were cleared of last fall’s leaves and as much dead growth as the ground would willingly release when pulled. The neighbors were out, and it was a nice chance to chat with them after the long season indoors.

The time to divide is now.

Back inside, the magic of the Internet was consulted for answers to the day’s burning issues of “when to divide a bleeding heart, “how to divide a bleeding heart,” and “where to transplant a bleeding heart.” FYI – the answers are right now, the process doesn’t look horrible, and the location should be part shade. Nonetheless, no dividing took place.  

The yard work was satisfying, and the research was interesting. None of it was especially exhausting, but mid-afternoon, a nap on the couch was had, which devoured the rest of the afternoon. Evidently, feeling tired wasn’t an exaggeration and hopefully the two extra hours of sleep in the morning plus the two bonus hours in the afternoon have cured that situation. We’ll see.

Sometimes, it seems like a month of nothing but sleeping and reading and writing would be the perfect remedy for the accumulated load of stress and fatigue. Unfortunately, that is a probably a fantasy.  It’s odd and mildly amusing that as the yard is waking up with signs of spring bursting forth from the earth, I am still dreaming of hibernation.