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Stop. Breathe.
Apr. 7th, 2005 11:30 amI finally have a moment in which to breathe and reflect, and no words with which to say it all. Such is the peril of not keeping up with one's journal.
I was home sick Monday and Tuesday - Monday I managed to make it into work, only to stumble out of our morning meeting, too tired to listen to one more word about the bloody servers. I believe my boss thought I was nauseated, and letting him believe that helped get me on the next bus home. Tuesday I intended to go to work, got up, showered, dragged my sorry carcass to the door, and could not bring myself to open it. I sat down almost in tears at that point, because while I most wanted to crawl back into bed, my hair was still wet!
I finally remembered I had a hair dryer, and slept until noon. WoWed until 5ish or so, took a nap, and felt refreshed enough to take a stroll through Maraudon (WoW, again) before turning into a pumpkin at midnight.
I'd intended to start back with my physical training yesterday, after dropping it last week from overwork, stress, and not being able to get to the gym, and wound up (again) nowhere near said gym when it came time for the workout. Feh. Dru gave me a triathlon training book last night (along with returning DVDs and my computer) and I'll be changing my routine a bit, including trying to give myself incentives. I was struck by a couple things - most notedly my lack of a real support structure for training - I have no partner or group to help keep me motivated. Dru's lovely, but so far beyond my own ability, he's no good for the daily nag or joining me for a run/bike/swim/whatever.
It's - well, it's much like my views on raising children or marriage. It's doable solo - I don't need a man or anyone else to succeed. It's just a hell of a lot easier with a partner. And it's just tiring taking the lonely route.
Speaking of partners - I finally met Dru's new girlfriend last night. We went out for a late dinner (I stuck around campus until then - found a good place to read and knit at South Campus) at Agua Verde. She's pretty and sweet, and moderately tall - at least he's not dating a total shrimp anymore. She makes him happy, which is the most important thing, so she has my stamp of approval. Mom wanted pictures, but didn't inform me in time to hunt down my camera. She'll have to rely on my descriptions for now.
I've got vacation time coming up - it seemed so far away, but it's next Friday I'm taking off, with Monday and Tuesday to follow. I intend to spend a good bit of time helping at the Friends of the Library Book Sale, but have yet to actually volunteer. I find myself (whether the product of stress and fatigue of late) wanting to hole up and hermit rather than facing people.
I was home sick Monday and Tuesday - Monday I managed to make it into work, only to stumble out of our morning meeting, too tired to listen to one more word about the bloody servers. I believe my boss thought I was nauseated, and letting him believe that helped get me on the next bus home. Tuesday I intended to go to work, got up, showered, dragged my sorry carcass to the door, and could not bring myself to open it. I sat down almost in tears at that point, because while I most wanted to crawl back into bed, my hair was still wet!
I finally remembered I had a hair dryer, and slept until noon. WoWed until 5ish or so, took a nap, and felt refreshed enough to take a stroll through Maraudon (WoW, again) before turning into a pumpkin at midnight.
I'd intended to start back with my physical training yesterday, after dropping it last week from overwork, stress, and not being able to get to the gym, and wound up (again) nowhere near said gym when it came time for the workout. Feh. Dru gave me a triathlon training book last night (along with returning DVDs and my computer) and I'll be changing my routine a bit, including trying to give myself incentives. I was struck by a couple things - most notedly my lack of a real support structure for training - I have no partner or group to help keep me motivated. Dru's lovely, but so far beyond my own ability, he's no good for the daily nag or joining me for a run/bike/swim/whatever.
It's - well, it's much like my views on raising children or marriage. It's doable solo - I don't need a man or anyone else to succeed. It's just a hell of a lot easier with a partner. And it's just tiring taking the lonely route.
Speaking of partners - I finally met Dru's new girlfriend last night. We went out for a late dinner (I stuck around campus until then - found a good place to read and knit at South Campus) at Agua Verde. She's pretty and sweet, and moderately tall - at least he's not dating a total shrimp anymore. She makes him happy, which is the most important thing, so she has my stamp of approval. Mom wanted pictures, but didn't inform me in time to hunt down my camera. She'll have to rely on my descriptions for now.
I've got vacation time coming up - it seemed so far away, but it's next Friday I'm taking off, with Monday and Tuesday to follow. I intend to spend a good bit of time helping at the Friends of the Library Book Sale, but have yet to actually volunteer. I find myself (whether the product of stress and fatigue of late) wanting to hole up and hermit rather than facing people.
