The good news is that I finished most of my work yesterday (including all the super time sensitive stuff) and made a start on most of the other work. The bad news is that I then developed a migraine and a bit short on rest as a result. Not the end of the universe, but rather a nuisance.
What's this all about? It's perfectly obvious from this end. I seem to have picked a less-than-ideal time to move ungently from perimenopause to full menopause. Also, we have autumn storms and my weather sense wants to join in the party that is being had in my body. None of this is big in the ultimate scheme of things, but it makes for a difficult few weeks.
Conflux is keeping me honest. I have to have my desk clear before my houseguests arrive, for otherwise they will have nowhere to sleep. My flow-over shelf for paper is, you see, the futon.
I like finishing tasks and meeting deadlines, so, as each piece of paper gets put away and as more space is created, I feel a hum of satisfaction joining the party that is going on inside my body.
And all this adds up to a strange April.
Published on April 15, 2013 17:20