Tag: Tired

  • It’s Like the Engine Won’t Start

    I have been having trouble getting back into the grove after our Thanksgiving break. This is the first time in two days that I have had the time or energy to sit down and just hammer something out. Monday was no motivation, and yesterday I was swamped with chores… well one chore – 6 loads of laundry.

    No one likes it when the vacation comes to an end. And it was a good break. We were with friends up in the deep woods of New England. There was cold weather, and snow, and fires. Lots of relaxing and conversations, and food. We all needed time away from our lives in New York, and we got it. Good times had by all.

    But instead of coming home feeling refreshed, I feel wore out, and lacking focus and drive. I am getting the minimum done, you know, to keep me and the family going. But everything else feels so difficult. I even forced myself to go to bed early last night, with the hope of an early bed and an early rise will get everything jump started. Except I woke up at 3am and really didn’t get back to sleep. I’ve been dragging today.

    The day isn’t over, there is still plenty of time. But, I don’t think a short story review is coming today. I need to work on Christmas things, because that isn’t too far away.

    I just need to get going…

  • Try Again Tomorrow (Unedited)

    I took the dog to the groomer, and that threw off my entire day.

    I mean it was scheduled. In my calendar, so I knew it was coming. The end result, other that the dog having a very nice “puppy cut,” is that I got nothing dome that I wanted to get done.

    Normally I blog in the morning, but I didn’t get around to it until 6pm today. I didn’t do any journaling, and the sketchbook is just a hope at this point – maybe even a wish.

    But the groomer. Walking the dog twenty blocks to drop her off is what really did it. I know lots of people take their dogs on the subway now, and it doesn’t bother me. But I can’t do it. Only because if another dog got in the car, my dog would go apeshit. That and she’s take a dump on the train. (She once took a huge dump while I was in line at an ATM. That was a good day…) So I have to walk her, and I really don’t mind. I do like our neighborhood.

    Also, this is the closest groomer to our apartment, just in case anyone is wondering…

    Which I know no one is…

    That extra forty blocks really took it outta me. Zapped my energy, and the only thing I kept turning over in my mind was that Lauren Boebert was kicked out of a touring performance of the musical of Beetlejuice in Denver because she was being rowdy and using a vape.

    Ahh…

    Try again tomorrow…