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Previously: sleep has been iffy due to dogs occasionally deciding that something outside needs to be yelled at a lot. (They may even be right.) In addition, being up north is nice but it's not home and I was looking forward to being home.

Sunday evening, a discussion turned acrimonious and lasted a couple hours longer than it perhaps should have. Less sleep than ideal.

Monday I worked remotely, and that was alright. The week looked to be shaping up to be rather busy.

Monday afternoon we left for the airport at what I'd thought was about ten minutes earlier than the latest possible time (with a checked bag, it was actually five minutes later than the latest possible time). Early darkness, slick roads, and slow cars combined such that, for the first time in my life, I missed my flight. Options were all bad at this point so we turned around and came home. I ended up putting together a route to get me home by four PM on Tuesday: I'd have to write off Tuesday for work but at least I'd be a) home and b) ready to roll on Wednesday.

Tuesday we woke up early and dropped me off in Vanderhoof, an hour south and halfway to the airport. From there I hung out in a rather nice coffeeshop for a couple of hours, caught a BC transit bus to downtown Prince George, had lunch at a known-to-be-decent restaurant (it was still decent), took a taxi to the airport, flew back to Vancouver, and took the skytrain home. I stopped long enough to drop off my stuff and then headed out to pick up my mail and packages at the old condo and go grocery shopping, on the grounds that if I didn't go grocery shopping Tuesday there would be no food until at least Thursday.

I was going to go to my viola lesson after that, but when I got in from grocery shopping and sat down long enough to eat a bowl of cereal, my brain decided that it was Done and wasn't leaving the house again. So I stayed home.

Wednesday morning I fully intended to go to yoga and then to work, but I couldn't convince myself to get out of bed in time for yoga and fell back asleep. I woke up to the previously reported disconcerting dream and again couldn't convince myself to get out of bed. So I called in exhausted and did basically nothing all day: slept, read the entirety of Scott Pilgrim (mostly utter fluff of the boy-grows-up variety; a little deeper and less-cringeworthy than anticipated, but only a little), poked at the internet, had a decent lunch and a better dinner, straightened my room a bit, got to sleep not too terribly late.

Today the hotwaterpot at work is broken, has been all week, and ought to be replaced but hasn't been and I don't expect it will be. Other than that I seem to be more functional, which is nice. I made it to yoga this morning ( <3 ) and I had lunch with Holly and I haven't snapped at anyone or fallen asleep at my desk. I don't really approve of being in a situation where I need to take 'mental health days' but I approve even less of pushing myself until I totally collapse / make terrible life choices and take it out on other people, so here we are.

Date: 2017-12-09 03:20 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sereg_dragon
at my work the hotwaterpot for tea is the keurig machine. Which means it usually works or is replaced when it breaks by the people who like keurig coffee.

*hugs*

(the grammar in that sentence may be weird. Oh well. english)
Edited Date: 2017-12-09 03:20 am (UTC)

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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