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OKAY HI!
I just slept for...like the better part of ninety minutes? Basically crashed at about 9 and didn't make it back up until about 10:30. But the good news was that was after PowerHour, so it was nice to do that? And in PowerHour I helped make dinner and I washed the dishes and I read my book!
I didn't get home until seven, but that's because I had the big work-stack --work, then meeting with Christine about licensure and my observation today, and then curriculum committee, and then therapy, and then I was gonna leave but I got _really_ into listening to a three-hour Wellerman youtube vid while doing all my remaining grading. So now everything is graded for the rest of the year except like...six warm-ups and the final exam. And all the late shit my students turn in late when they realize their grades are shit and don't hafta be.
But yeah, I left school after six (normal but not actually contractually allowable --I am supposed to leave the building by six, which happens...I dunno, half the time?) but it was a good after six, and I must've been in a quite good mood because I sang songs the whole way home and that was pretty nice.
(My emotional regulation is all hinky because covid-bullshit-trauma-dissociation, so I wouldn't have actually called my mood happy, but I think I just need to shift all my baselines and look for new identifiers of things like this. If I am singing as I walk through the streets of my town, that deffo seems like things are either quite alright or _really fucking bad_ and I know it wasn't the latter one.)
Andsoyeah. PowerHour covered washing dishes and helping make dinner and eating dinner and chatting with Ezri and Rey a bit about stressy-stuff. And then sitting down with my book (I've gotten far enough in the Peter Wimsey mysteries that I am rereading Murder Must Advertise and I am _pumped_! I last read this one like...in October maybe? Early November? Anyways, it's fabulous and I don't normally reread books quite this close together, but I am four chapters in and _really_ enjoying the different perspective of having seen the good Lord do other mystery things along the way.)
And then I slept and that's how we got here! If I finish my words quickly enough, I will be able to go into a bed and sleep for ~six whole hours~ in the bed. This is very exciting for me, and probably explains part of why I'm so fucked up right now.
Anyways, I hope you are well and that your life is charmed and good.
~Sor
MOOP!
I just slept for...like the better part of ninety minutes? Basically crashed at about 9 and didn't make it back up until about 10:30. But the good news was that was after PowerHour, so it was nice to do that? And in PowerHour I helped make dinner and I washed the dishes and I read my book!
I didn't get home until seven, but that's because I had the big work-stack --work, then meeting with Christine about licensure and my observation today, and then curriculum committee, and then therapy, and then I was gonna leave but I got _really_ into listening to a three-hour Wellerman youtube vid while doing all my remaining grading. So now everything is graded for the rest of the year except like...six warm-ups and the final exam. And all the late shit my students turn in late when they realize their grades are shit and don't hafta be.
But yeah, I left school after six (normal but not actually contractually allowable --I am supposed to leave the building by six, which happens...I dunno, half the time?) but it was a good after six, and I must've been in a quite good mood because I sang songs the whole way home and that was pretty nice.
(My emotional regulation is all hinky because covid-bullshit-trauma-dissociation, so I wouldn't have actually called my mood happy, but I think I just need to shift all my baselines and look for new identifiers of things like this. If I am singing as I walk through the streets of my town, that deffo seems like things are either quite alright or _really fucking bad_ and I know it wasn't the latter one.)
Andsoyeah. PowerHour covered washing dishes and helping make dinner and eating dinner and chatting with Ezri and Rey a bit about stressy-stuff. And then sitting down with my book (I've gotten far enough in the Peter Wimsey mysteries that I am rereading Murder Must Advertise and I am _pumped_! I last read this one like...in October maybe? Early November? Anyways, it's fabulous and I don't normally reread books quite this close together, but I am four chapters in and _really_ enjoying the different perspective of having seen the good Lord do other mystery things along the way.)
And then I slept and that's how we got here! If I finish my words quickly enough, I will be able to go into a bed and sleep for ~six whole hours~ in the bed. This is very exciting for me, and probably explains part of why I'm so fucked up right now.
Anyways, I hope you are well and that your life is charmed and good.
~Sor
MOOP!
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The weather being less shite, and my grading being done: these are good things and it is good to enjoy them.
~Sor