I had the best intentions when I posted that I would start writing about my recent trip. I really meant to, but ever since I got back I have been extremely busy at work and exhausted in the evenings. My wakeup time has been getting later and later, and when I do have some time to myself, I mostly just want to lounge around and read.
So it's not that I don't want to tell my stories and share my photos, it's that I'm just too tired and unmotivated. It feels like work, and right now all I want to do is rest.
My band is booked every Saturday this month and the first Saturday in November. Last Saturday I found myself walking the line all day between getting some much-needed housework and errands done and reserving enough energy to perform and stay up late. On Sunday, I slept a total of 10 hours and barely got anything accomplished unless you count finishing a book.
It's all very annoying. My husband keeps getting irritated with me because I'll promise to fix dinner only to change my mind once I've gotten home. One afternoon last week I sat in my car in the grocery store parking lot after work for about 15 minutes trying to summon the initiative to walk in and shop. I finally mustered up the energy, mainly because it seemed like such a waste of time to get that far and go home empty-handed.
I think it's safe to say that something is wrong with me, but I can't really hazard a guess about what it is. I suppose I'll be plunging back into world of blood tests and tentative medical speculation again, which is the last thing I wanted to do to finish out the year.
In the meantime, I'll try to drag myself along with healthy food and a judicious amount of caffeine. And naps, lots of naps.
Photo credit: Tambako the Jaguar