I’m having a hard-ish week. I say “hard-ish,” because really, every week is hard. So regular hard is pretty easy for me. But this past week (see, I’m already willing it to be over) has been harder-than-normal-hard. But not unbearably hard. Just hard-ish.
1. Not sure it it’s the increase in coffee, or the crappy eating habits, or the general lack of exercise/running I’ve been doing, but I’m encountering a bit of insomnia. I lay awake, rolling over repeatedly, everything distracting me: the sheets, my clothes, the intermittent traffic, the cats, my ideas.
2. In a strange turn of hormonal events, I’ve had two non-consecutive days of severe “woman pain.” While it’s not strange for my cycle to run me through two days of cramps, I’ve yet to have a bad day followed by a good day just for the bad to return. This might be linked to #1 above as well.
3. I had a perfectly good excuse to NOT help someone out, and I told her no. Then she called this morning and said “Good News! [I found a way around your excuse to say no!]” Um, how is that “good” news?
4. Both big kids went to school this morning in rumpled clothes for picture day. *sigh*
5. In a fit of rebellious frustration, I allowed myself a peek at the “new arrival” shelf in the public library yesterday. Not. Smart. I picked up a new Joyce Carol Oates (title evades me) and _The Road_ by Cormac McCarthy. The good news is that it only took me about 4 hours to read _The Road_ last night. The bad news is that I should have been writing. The good news is I had something to do while I was *not* falling asleep. And I recommend _The Road_ to anyone who enjoyed _Parable of the Sower_ by Octavia Butler or _The Stand_ by Stephen King. It reminded me vaguely of both, except with more sentence fragments. In fact, I think McCarthy must have some rule. Each paragraph with only 2 full sentences. The rest fragments.