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Mental Health Day
Jan. 7th, 2002 10:45 amIt's light outside, and I can see it.
Sad that I have to stay home from work, pleading a headache, to enjoy it.
The house is quiet, the everpresent hum of I-5 in the background underlining our stillness. It's still cloudy outside, but the rain's slacked, so it's only trickling over the moss-clogged roof and gutters.
Thor was all mopey, curled up on the couch downstairs, so I've coaxed him up to my room. He's happily curled up on one of my giant blue pillows (that needs washing anyway), and Laurier's stalking around the room, haughtily miffed that the dog has invaded his domain. At least he's not given to hiding under the bed anymore.
I want to be motivated right now, to clean up after the cats and put the cover back on the loveseat downstairs, to do dishes and sort through my books and papers some more, to instill some sort of order on the chaos around me. That's what I should be doing, my nagging little conscience says.
I nearly typed napping instead. I think that's rather indicative of my state of mind right now. I'm ready to settle down for a nap or a computer game, or something that doesn't really require much of me right now.
That's what mental health days are for, right?
Sad that I have to stay home from work, pleading a headache, to enjoy it.
The house is quiet, the everpresent hum of I-5 in the background underlining our stillness. It's still cloudy outside, but the rain's slacked, so it's only trickling over the moss-clogged roof and gutters.
Thor was all mopey, curled up on the couch downstairs, so I've coaxed him up to my room. He's happily curled up on one of my giant blue pillows (that needs washing anyway), and Laurier's stalking around the room, haughtily miffed that the dog has invaded his domain. At least he's not given to hiding under the bed anymore.
I want to be motivated right now, to clean up after the cats and put the cover back on the loveseat downstairs, to do dishes and sort through my books and papers some more, to instill some sort of order on the chaos around me. That's what I should be doing, my nagging little conscience says.
I nearly typed napping instead. I think that's rather indicative of my state of mind right now. I'm ready to settle down for a nap or a computer game, or something that doesn't really require much of me right now.
That's what mental health days are for, right?
