Some days, when I wake up, I really just don’t feel like getting out of bed. Many times I just push through the nausea and pain and other elements that make me want to stay in bed and do whatever it is that I need to do. Work would be one of those elements that help me push through the various ‘conditions’ that really have me wanting to stay in bed. However, there are days when I just don’t want to get up, don’t care much for what is going on with various people, and don’t feel the obligation that I normally feel. Today was/is one of those days.
Two days ago Holly asked if I cared whether or not we went to New York City. The truthful answer is, “yes,” but the answer she got was that I didn’t mind not going. Truth told, I didn’t mind not going as I didn’t feel the need, or obligation, to spend time around her brother and fiancé. Maybe that’s bad or wrong or evil of me, because I did want to go down that way, but I pretty much knew the moment I saw her brother that we wouldn’t be going to New York City.
As a concession, though, she wanted to go to Boston and Salem and do all of those things that people do when they go to those towns. My intention for Boston was, and is, to get to know someplace I want to live – not see all the tourist traps. Yes, I find the history very compelling and when you can go places to enrich yourself with that history then I am excited to do that; but at the same time, there are only so many times when I can go and do that in any given time frame and I am afraid that between shopping and road trips yesterday I was a little worn thin. However, I suggested that I would go with them, this morning, to Salem.
However, when the morning finally rolled around, through, over, under, I felt like I’d been hit by a Mac truck and didn’t really want to get out of bed. That extended to church (we had Stake Conference today) and to going into Salem, Boston, or anywhere else. Truth told, I was just happy that I didn’t have to go anywhere or entertain anyone for the day. I am tired. I don’t exactly feel well and there are reasons for all of that (that extends beyond entertaining the nanny for a couple of weeks and repeated trips into Boston) and truth told I didn’t feel thrilled to get up and do anything along those lines. The outcome was that I stayed in bed, slept, and got up when Andy got home from church… eventually.
The next thing (and I am now done with it) was to pull an ox I pushed into a mire out again. You see, one of my responsibilities around these here parts is to put together an e-mail newsletter for the Lincoln-Woodstock Chamber of Commerce for Debbie while she is playing in England and Italy. The problem isn’t putting it together, most of the material is e-mailed to me and I paste it (clean out the spelling and grammar) and then send it out for the approval (oh how I need approval) from those who employ Debbie to do this. She, in turn, is employing me to make sure this doesn’t fall by the wayside and I have spent more time, this past week, working on it than I would normally have liked. Of course, coupled with the new job and playing with Holly and maybe it’s just me but I may have over extended myself since I don’t really have clear recollection of what has been going on over the past couple of weeks.
Anyway, the newsletter is done and I am thinking about going to bed. This would be the earliest I’d have done that in the past couple of weeks. What with seeing Sarah McLachlan last night (in concert in Manchester) and Boston the night before my life has been a little full. Can’t imagine what will happen when I toss school back into the mix in the very near future… life is just interesting. Ain’t it?