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I cannot brain
May. 2nd, 2013 09:31 pm... erm...
So. All this week I've had things to do and places to go. Even on the day I tried to set aside for, "Nothing today, I swear!" people rang my doorbell and there were emergencies to tend to and... ARGH. Restful for me is alone, in my own house. Dealing with other people, especially other people I don't know like the guy who spent what felt like several hours turning on my AC, each incident ticks my stress level up, and it hasn't had much chance to tick downwards again before the next thing in need of taking care of.
'hermiting' doesn't work if people won't leave you be to hermit. I give up for this week. I'll try to carve out some sanity time for me monday. x.X
Maybe that's why I was blanking on what I was doing. Okay, hubby got pulled away for an emergency shift till midnight, so I kick up my feet and dial up an audiobook in the quiet of my own head. It isn't until well after full dark, the wind whistling at the windows and rattling at the air conditioners, that I recall that what I've been listening to is IT. Steven King.
And I had forgotten because it had been a calm, peaceful part of the book when I absentmindedly hit play. So. IT. Alone. At night. WTF am I thinking?
So. All this week I've had things to do and places to go. Even on the day I tried to set aside for, "Nothing today, I swear!" people rang my doorbell and there were emergencies to tend to and... ARGH. Restful for me is alone, in my own house. Dealing with other people, especially other people I don't know like the guy who spent what felt like several hours turning on my AC, each incident ticks my stress level up, and it hasn't had much chance to tick downwards again before the next thing in need of taking care of.
'hermiting' doesn't work if people won't leave you be to hermit. I give up for this week. I'll try to carve out some sanity time for me monday. x.X
Maybe that's why I was blanking on what I was doing. Okay, hubby got pulled away for an emergency shift till midnight, so I kick up my feet and dial up an audiobook in the quiet of my own head. It isn't until well after full dark, the wind whistling at the windows and rattling at the air conditioners, that I recall that what I've been listening to is IT. Steven King.
And I had forgotten because it had been a calm, peaceful part of the book when I absentmindedly hit play. So. IT. Alone. At night. WTF am I thinking?
