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Jun. 5th, 2014 03:34 pmStayed home today because I woke up this morning and was just like "nope, not happening." Been tired and dry-eyed and sneezey and mucousy all this past week. Dunno if it's a bug or just the sudden 110+ degrees. But I needed a day to lie low and nap and keep my eyes away from screens and Lady did a good job of convincing me as well. I have, so far, slept, seen chickens, and very thoroughly cleaned the kitchen. I think I've put off writing long enough.
I keep thinking that if our plans go right, being sneezey and tired will sound like a luxury, and then I feel guilty for taking a day off. And weak. Or maybe I should just remember to be thankful this is all I have to deal with for now. Still. It's hard accepting that. Our society is so very into pointing out how hard someone else has it.
Plans are... going. Nothing to show yet. New cycle, new attempt. I'm hopeful, but not as obsessively thinking about it as I was during the first two tries, so there's that. If it happens this time, awesome. If it doesn't, I know the drill and we've got months left. It helps that I've become wrapped up in trying to finish this draft of GW.
Speaking of which: OMGAFHGJGELRGBLE. Why am I not done yet?? I finished edits and am almost done with the read through and I have this notepad full of corrections and scenes and adjustments I want to make and I also just want to tear my hair out. At this point, I can only plan to be done by July.
Bike! I have been biking to work and it has been good. Not every day. Just Tues/Thurs so far, to kind of allow myself to work up to more days. The mornings are really nice and the first few trips home weren't bad, but then: Tuesday. I survived. That was good. It felt like biking through an oven. That was not so good. I stopped twice in the shade just to chug water and during those few moments of not having heat blasted into my face, realized just how much I'd been sweating and just how quickly it had been evaporating. Like, after a moment of shade I was soaked, but after a moment of biking I dried up completely. It was slightly terrifying.
But! Now I know I can do 110 degrees biking home. Not fun, not comfortable, but I'll survive. And it doesn't really get much hotter than that here, thank god. It'll monsoon in a month, and at least then there will be clouds and occasional rain. Less death by desiccation, which is scary because you're dehydrating so fast you don't even realize it. I keep telling myself that if I can bike 2-3 days a week this summer, biking most days in the fall will be a breeeeeze.
And and and: getting married in a week! For legals! We'll be flying out to MN on Wednesday and partaking in familial fetes. I'm both excited and... frankly, actually, I keep forgetting about it. I'll probably be more excited next week. And even more excited when I can give a copy of our cert to HR and finally get a tax break. Money! Woo!
I keep thinking that if our plans go right, being sneezey and tired will sound like a luxury, and then I feel guilty for taking a day off. And weak. Or maybe I should just remember to be thankful this is all I have to deal with for now. Still. It's hard accepting that. Our society is so very into pointing out how hard someone else has it.
Plans are... going. Nothing to show yet. New cycle, new attempt. I'm hopeful, but not as obsessively thinking about it as I was during the first two tries, so there's that. If it happens this time, awesome. If it doesn't, I know the drill and we've got months left. It helps that I've become wrapped up in trying to finish this draft of GW.
Speaking of which: OMGAFHGJGELRGBLE. Why am I not done yet?? I finished edits and am almost done with the read through and I have this notepad full of corrections and scenes and adjustments I want to make and I also just want to tear my hair out. At this point, I can only plan to be done by July.
Bike! I have been biking to work and it has been good. Not every day. Just Tues/Thurs so far, to kind of allow myself to work up to more days. The mornings are really nice and the first few trips home weren't bad, but then: Tuesday. I survived. That was good. It felt like biking through an oven. That was not so good. I stopped twice in the shade just to chug water and during those few moments of not having heat blasted into my face, realized just how much I'd been sweating and just how quickly it had been evaporating. Like, after a moment of shade I was soaked, but after a moment of biking I dried up completely. It was slightly terrifying.
But! Now I know I can do 110 degrees biking home. Not fun, not comfortable, but I'll survive. And it doesn't really get much hotter than that here, thank god. It'll monsoon in a month, and at least then there will be clouds and occasional rain. Less death by desiccation, which is scary because you're dehydrating so fast you don't even realize it. I keep telling myself that if I can bike 2-3 days a week this summer, biking most days in the fall will be a breeeeeze.
And and and: getting married in a week! For legals! We'll be flying out to MN on Wednesday and partaking in familial fetes. I'm both excited and... frankly, actually, I keep forgetting about it. I'll probably be more excited next week. And even more excited when I can give a copy of our cert to HR and finally get a tax break. Money! Woo!
