I've been in a terrible headspace all day. Got light-headed while sitting down in a meeting. The sun set at 4:37pm, and the sky was completely black by 5. I went to buy stamps at 6:30 and the machine wouldn't let me even though it's supposed to be open until 7. I meant to go to the grocery store for bananas and yogurt, but started feeling sweaty and light-headed again, so I just went home. Now I'm in bed and feeling guilty that I'm not doing laundry or buying an anniversary card for my parents or a congratulations card for a coworker. Not that I could mail the anniversary card, because I have no stamps.
At this point, I'm pretty sure my family gave me their ick.
Gah. Shrift, that sounds miserable.
Thank you all for the condolences. It means a lot.
It's this Monday every year I realise how much more I'd rather wake up in the dark than drive home in it. I hate the time shift, hate it to pieces. Sunnier mornings mean crapshit to me. I'd rather wring some sunlight out of the afternoons.
Ugh, shrift. Don't feel guilty. You're not well.
I'm with you, ita. I cherish my sunlight more than I do a temporarily later-feeling wakeup.
Oh, Anne, I'm so sorry.
I figure I'll be going home in the dark soon enough anyway, regardless of the time change, and I haaaate waking up in the dark, so I will appreciate it for the two of you.
It's this Monday every year I realise how much more I'd rather wake up in the dark than drive home in it.
The afternoon darkness makes me sad, but I seriously can't handle waking up in the dark.
I woke up in the dark last week. I'm okay with that. Losing light before it's even time to go home--I can't use any of the day! Bah!
I had a weird, complimentary interaction this evening. I often assume people who see me in the pool only wouldn't recognize me in my pre-pool state. Hell, my own next door neighbor doesn't, but then, maybe that is the lack of glasses. Anyway, as I was going in to the Y, there was this guy with his kid ahead of me. He double takes, and then ask if I'm the woman who "swims forever. In the pink suit." Uh, yes? He pokes his kid and says "this is that awesome lady." And then explains that he loves watching me swim, I make it look so effortless and graceful, and how I was a big inspiration to take lessons himself after seeing me while waiting on his son's lessons. And I clue in this is the guy who started getting private lessons when his kid is in group lessons on M/W.
On one hand, a little odd, on the other, kinda neat. He's improved a lot in the past few months.
