Out of Energy

[ladysprite]

I have run out of enthusiasm and energy.

There are so many projects I should be working on. I should be prettying things up for presentation at May Day, and doing preliminary reconstruction on my project for the Laurel Prize Tourney. I should be crocheting afghans for the friends I have promised them to. I should be working on figuring out details of investing money to buy a house. I should be filling out my quarterly spreadsheet for work, and getting summer schedule details worked out.

Instead, I have just enough energy to sit here with my eyes slowly glazing over like stale donut holes. What I want, more than anything, is to climb into someone's lap, curl up like a very small animal, and have them sing me to sleep.

This is not on the approved project list.

In other news, it seems likely that I'm going to have to cancel my surgery - the agent I work through for my relief work hasn't been able to find alternate coverage for my shifts next week. Unfortunately, if this happens, it looks like I'll have a choice between skipping Hawaii, skipping Pennsic, or postponing surgery until September.

I knew things were going too well.

Comments

[edschweppe.livejournal.com]

Cancelling the surgery strikes me as the least wise course of action. Last I heard, you're not one of those massively-overpaid professional athletes whose rabid fanbase demands that they "play through the pain" - at least until the off-season. I could easily agree with cancelling a purely elective surgery under these conditions - but, from what you've written elsewhere, what you're getting ain't elective.

That being said, my knees aren't the ones under discussion, and I'm not the one who gets to make the decisions about yours.

What I want, more than anything, is to climb into someone's lap, curl up like a very small animal, and have them sing me to sleep.
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