Down Days
It's a down day. The weekend was great; my sister-in-law was in town, and we got a chance to see my daughter's choir concert. And the weather's pretty good, with spring finally more or less definitively here (though that also brings the need to figure out lawn mowing soon). But it's a down day nonetheless.
I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe because I'm still recuperating on sleep I lost over the last couple of weeks due to some urgent work deadlines. Or maybe it's because I'm at "that" phase in my fiction writing process. (I don't think I've commented here on my perception that each major undertaking includes Despair as a distinct, unavoidable project phase.) Or perhaps it's allergies. Or laziness. Or some other as-yet-undefined factor.
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Down days happen. This is simple truth. Once you've hit a down day, about the only thing you can do about it is plug away, avoid any major life-changing decisions, and hope not to lose too much ground in the process. Oh, and get as much sleep as you can. And eat. Eating is important. Calories in one's blood sugar, I've found, can have a nearly miraculous impact on negative moods.
As things happened this morning, I wound up getting pulled into several time-sensitive work deadlines, which didn't do much to improve how I felt but also didn't leave me much time to vegetate, which is all to the good, I suppose. It was a bit disconcerting finding that I had to restrain myself from bursting into tears at the shoddy writing one of our clients had sent our way for us to use, but I managed. (This is one of those times when I'm glad I don't share my home-office space with anyone I have to play pretty for.)
And now it's midafternoon. I've got a few other things I want to get done before I knock off for the day. We'll see how that goes.
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On other fronts: today saw my latest post at Mormon Mommy Blogs, talking about 10-year-olds and featuring a prized photograph of my oldest son from about dozen years ago, up in a tree with two of his friends. Feel free to check it out.
