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Hello, Spring Maybe it's the acupuncture, maybe it's the acupuncture making me sleep better, maybe it's just the fact that it's been sunny for two days in a row, but I am beginning to suspect that my energy is returning. Maybe not my mental energy - I am still lethargic at work, stuck all day in an office that's below street level and doesn't get much light or warmth, performing a job that isn't exactly thrilling or creative or, in fact, very interesting. (I just tell myself it's a job, not a career, and it pays okay and my benefits are free and I really, really like my coworkers and all of those things are important. I tell myself this a lot. Every day.) So mental energy is still sort of plummet-y, which does not exactly bode well for the ten page paper that's due April 23rd - the paper I didn't start yet. But hey! Four day weekend for Easter. I shall celebrate with ham and Frankenstein. Physical energy, though? That seems to be way up. This weekend, I: --finally painted the downstairs powder room with two coats of paint - the powder room I primed about, oh, eight months ago --weeded a flower bed and cleared all the dead leaves away from my daffodils --sprayed another flower bed with RoundUp in a desperate attempt to kill the stupid poison ivy once and for all --did all the dishes and cleaned the sink --in about two hours today, went to IKEA, returned a grill; went to Lowe's, bought more paint; went to Target, returned a bedspread and bed skirt, bought a lamp; went to Bed Bath and Beyond, bought two hand towels and a floor mat for the powder room; went to DSW, bought new cute heeled sandals with my birthday coupon; went to Barnes and Noble, bought McCarthy's Bar --finished two books --watched four episodes of Days of Our Lives, two episodes of Farscape, and a bad Lifetime TV movie called Homeless To Harvard --had an acupuncture session --updated my wish list so my mother can look at it for birthday ideas, pronounce everything boring, and then nudge me about all the pregnancy books that I recently added to it, forgetting that she'd be looking at if for my birthday --went out to dinner with Greg to Rx (pronounced "rex"); had three glasses of wine (too many!), PEI mussels, steak frites, and a heavenly double chocolate cheesecake --had sex (hey, I'm married!) and in a very masculine move, fell asleep practically right after due to aforementioned three glasses of wine --folded clothes and stacked shoes --did my parents' taxes --reserved our second-to-last room for our Ireland trip, barely a month away now --cooked dinner tonight See how full the weekend has been? Do you know the last time I did this much in a weekend? Yeah, me neither. And it's only 8:06 on Sunday! We're going to watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit? And then it still won't be time for bed! You can't stop me once I get going, apparently. I didn't even tell you about reading the paper and Newsweek and Family Circle and showering and eating meals and everything else I did. Hello, spring. I have been waiting for you, lo these many months. It is April, and my birthday is in fifteen days, and thirty-one seems bright and sunny and graduation is only thirty-three days away and they will say, out loud, summa cum laude and our vacation begins the same day and we have new bedroom furniture and our budget seems to be working and this stupid class is almost over and my powder room is a really pretty shade of pink but not too pink and I'm just feeling really happy. Finally. |
