Just a day…

My Free Will Astrology seems very appropriate right now:

 

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “If you wish to bake an apple pie from
scratch, you must first invent the universe,” said astronomer Carl Sagan
in his book *Cosmos.* In other words, the pie can’t exist until there’s a
star orbited by a habitable planet that has spawned intelligent creatures
and apples. A lot of preliminaries have to be in place. Keep that in mind,
Taurus, as you start out down the long and winding path toward
manifesting your own personal equivalent of the iconic apple pie. In a
sense, you will have to create an entire world to serve as the womb for
your brainchild. To aid you in your intricate quest, make sure to keep a
glowing vision of the prize always burning in the sacred temple of your
imagination.

 

Only a little writing yesterday, since I was slapped with extreme fatigue as a birthday present.  I did manage to get a decent amount of reading done, though, which is good.  And the kid had another marathon nap, which was even better.

Right now, I’m just sick of being tired.  I have all of this enthusiasm to get work done, but little of the actual energy I need to see said work through.  Even now, at 8am in the morning, I just want to lay down and go to sleep again.  Of course, right now it’s probably fueled by the fact that the kid was awake a lot last night.

I just want to do so much, and I want to have the damn energy to do it.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.

Sometimes it feels like drowning…

Today has been a weird day.

It started off…slowly, I guess, is the best word to use.  The kid had a bad night, which means that I had a bad night.  I got enough sleep, but it was broken, and therefore probably suffering for a lack of actual deep, restful sleep.

I decided to take the kid for a walk this morning, which is a deviation from our usual routine.  And possibly not a great idea, because he threw several epic tantrums.  I was very happy to hand him over to my mother to be watched and get a little bit of work done.

Writing was had, and it was actually kind of fun.  I’m nearing the end of this draft, which is very short and bare bones.  And I’m rediscovering some of the joy I have for it, and making tonnes of notes on what I need to fix on the next draft.  It’s actually going to be hard to not start editing right away.

Reading was had, in which I finished Jack O’Connell’s The Resurrectionist, which I was reading before listening to The Writer and The Critic review it.  Interesting, vivid book.  I don’t know if I can say anything else about it right away, but I’m going to be interested to listen to the podcast now.  Picked up a new book, but then the kid decided to wake from his nap.

Feeling decidedly off this afternoon, though.  Vague headache/nausea weirdness happening.  Which could be from me pushing myself too much going for a longish walk this morning, just being tired or general usual body stupidness.  I miss actually feeling well.  Not that I’ve felt that way much over the last nine years.  </end pathetic moaning>

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.