I've been busy, I've been lazy.
And through it all, not the least bit inspired.
|Well...maybe a little, here and there.|
In short, work is kicking my tail, the presidency of the board of our homeowners' association has been overwhelming, bills keep popping up to eat up everything we're supposed to be saving for our trip, and I've been letting all that stress get to me physically. Sleeping poorly, feeling draggy and tense at the same time, missing the sun but dreading the sunrise that drags me out of bed to do it all again.
|A "popcorn tree," per Lisa's twinlings, against the morning sun|
Still, I've found a few moments of happy distraction...calling my nephew in London for his 12th birthday, while standing in the sun in the parking lot at work--how amazing is that, this small plastic gadget connecting us across the ocean and multiple time zones? I have to wonder what my grandmother would have thought.
A daylight walk with a grateful and contented Rosie through our neighborhood, amazed by the succession of trees launching their pure flowers at the sunlight: pear, apple, cherry...
...and I try to keep alive the little thrill I feel every time I downsize my many windows on my computer at work, and see my desktop background of a street shot in Paris. My brain thinks, "Paris! I'm going there!" Miss Chef's chef is planning on closing the restaurant for their annual vacation while we're gone, and taking his family to Paris as well. Perhaps we'll meet up for dinner.
Miss Chef, who works even more hours than I, has been my rock the past week or so. We constantly tell each other how grateful we are for each other. She's been picking up my slack without complaint. She knows when to treat me gently, when to jiggle me from my apathy, when to let me babble.
And I know that this is just a passing phase, that soon I will find my feet again and shrug off the inconveniences and obstacles of daily life and crises.
Tomorrow is a start. Tomorrow we're going kayaking again at the US National Whitewater Center. Tonight I feel like a slug in winter...perhaps tomorrow it will feel like spring.