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Lookit all the rain. A wet, cold spring. Things are starting to bloom; I've seen one bluebonnet already. No mountain laurels so far, but I know they're on the way.
I spend much of yesterday and Monday worrying about class, about a problem I was anticipating, and it didn't even come up. Which isn't to say that it's not gonna come up next class, but still, another lesson learned about how useless worrying is. And I have talked to my covenmates and gotten more support and understanding, which means things will go down much easier if/when said problem arises. I am starting to feel like this is 'ours' instead of 'mine', and this is a happy thing indeed.
Yesterday was gorgeous. One of those "if I had to live in a dome and pick what the weather would be like every day, this would be it" kinda days. Maybe that sort of metaphor only works with people from a certain generation, who in elementary school saw pictures in their social studies textbooks of domes on the Moon filled with long clean sidewalks with grass and trees everywhere. I bought a breakfast taco and paid some bills and then just sat out on the deck and read, which is something I don't do near often enough. I had thought I would use my spa gift certificate on Monday in response to parental weekend, but things really didn't go badly so I am waiting 'til I get really wound up about something.
I could use it today. I woke up around 3:30am and couldn't get back to sleep. I wasn't anxious or thinking of anything in particular... just not sleeping. I'm told this happens post-hysterectomy, and can last for a year. It doesn't make sense, but it's the only explanation I can think of. My head and neck are bothering me, and I might go visit the friendly chiropractor- but not enough to have kept me up. Anyway by 5:30 I realized that I wasn't getting back to sleep so I came down and surfed and read, and called in sick to work. I know I feel okay now (except for neck and head pain) but I would probably not feel well by noon or so with only 3 hours of sleep in me.
I spend much of yesterday and Monday worrying about class, about a problem I was anticipating, and it didn't even come up. Which isn't to say that it's not gonna come up next class, but still, another lesson learned about how useless worrying is. And I have talked to my covenmates and gotten more support and understanding, which means things will go down much easier if/when said problem arises. I am starting to feel like this is 'ours' instead of 'mine', and this is a happy thing indeed.
Yesterday was gorgeous. One of those "if I had to live in a dome and pick what the weather would be like every day, this would be it" kinda days. Maybe that sort of metaphor only works with people from a certain generation, who in elementary school saw pictures in their social studies textbooks of domes on the Moon filled with long clean sidewalks with grass and trees everywhere. I bought a breakfast taco and paid some bills and then just sat out on the deck and read, which is something I don't do near often enough. I had thought I would use my spa gift certificate on Monday in response to parental weekend, but things really didn't go badly so I am waiting 'til I get really wound up about something.
I could use it today. I woke up around 3:30am and couldn't get back to sleep. I wasn't anxious or thinking of anything in particular... just not sleeping. I'm told this happens post-hysterectomy, and can last for a year. It doesn't make sense, but it's the only explanation I can think of. My head and neck are bothering me, and I might go visit the friendly chiropractor- but not enough to have kept me up. Anyway by 5:30 I realized that I wasn't getting back to sleep so I came down and surfed and read, and called in sick to work. I know I feel okay now (except for neck and head pain) but I would probably not feel well by noon or so with only 3 hours of sleep in me.
