Off day

Wow, what an off day. I woke up and pretty much rolled out of bed and to Rosy’s class for the first driving and first yoga I’ve done since my ankle injury last Sunday. Both went fine; my ankle is doing so much better and I feel I’m readjusting it to normal life at a very caring pace. Turned out I was the only one who’d showed up to yoga, so I had a lovely private session with Rosy, but things went downhill from there. I took my sewing machine in to the vacuum/sewing shop next to Precious Life, and the repair guy confirmed Erik’s suspicion that it would cost almost as much to fix the machine as replace it. So I forked over $240 for a new machine, bought myself a donut to console myself, and arrived home to meet a headache which persisted for hours in spite of two Tylenols.

During my headache time, I at least dealt with some backed-up mail (real mail, not email), prepared a PBS book for mailing, and cut lots of decoupage scraps and tore more pages, but I felt fuzzy all the way till dinner time — and then a forty-five-minute phone conversation with Mommy left me drained and unwilling to do much else. I did spend about forty minutes pasting wallpaper onto a tin, which was rather satisfying if not elegant (I’ll have to touch it up with gloss and perhaps something else, because the paper was thick and the tin a bit oddly shaped in places), but here I am very much at the end of my day and feeling wrung out as an old rag. I didn’t even get to any morning pages. I think I’ll go rinse my sprouts, brush my teeth, change into pajamas, and read Mere Christianity (which I’m still really disliking, but feeling obligated to finish so I can ask Caroline to read Pema Chödrön) until I fall asleep.

Oh, but yesterday’s workday too: had to drive back to San Jose for a dentist and then an optometrist appointment, which left me foggy after dilation. I was too out of it to get any brainstorming done, but I did read some American Splendor and take notes on it for book club. And that’s about it.

Sigh. The week is off to such a slow, slow start, and even if it does pick up much the momentum will be stalled on Friday when Erik and I make the long drive to Monterey to hang out with the family at the aquarium. I’m not as easily discouraged now as I used to be, but sometimes I really do wonder whether I’m insane to try and keep up with a normal pleasant life while I’m trying to write, draw, and what have you. How possible is it, really, to do both at once?