I am pretty well ensconced in the January doldrums. We are in a deep freeze, and after the major snow dump on Monday I never catch it snowing, and yet there are a few centimetres on the driveway by every evening. I'm happy with my decision not to take any office shifts for a few weeks - it's incredibly stressful, will only be more so now that people are pissed that we're not supposed to be reporting Covid cases, and I don't even get paid my regular library rate. But it does sort of make the days run together. I try to walk Lucy, but it's so cold she starts dancing around lifting up one paw after the other for me to warm with my mittens. We've tried paw covers but haven't found any that fit. So I walk her around the block and then bring her home and keep walking. It's been cold but not very windy, so walking is quite pleasant (I'm finally not too warm!) I am rewatching The Golden Girls, which I don't think I ever watched all the way through befor
Seriously you guys, I am SO SICK, and I have been stupidly engaging in presenteeism even though I am STRONGLY DISAPPROVING when other people do it. It's not because I think I owe anything to the school board (oh my goodness I do not). It's not because I have delusions of grandeur about how important my job is - wait, maybe I do, because at some of my schools my classes have already missed two weeks of library because of EQAO (which necessitated students writing exams in the library), and it's almost the end of the year, which means most of the librarians are closing the library to circulation soon if not now, and I really didn't want to make them miss one of the last library periods. Also, and I am putting myself out there so try to be kind, I have realized that there is a dumb little part of people-pleasing oldest-child self that always suspects that if I call in sick people think I'm faking, so it's a tiny bit gratifying to go in and have people say oh my GO
I feel like I'm SO CLOSE to being able to settle into my fall routine, after the bonkers four days of twelve visitors. But first I go to work for a couple of days this week (we start the week before school, which is fine but also annoying) and then we go to see Angus in Charlotte for the long weekend. And THEN I start normal work, and finally weed my out-of-control flower gardens, and get to all the areas of the house I haven't gotten to all summer ("I'm going to clean and organize this summer while I'm off work" I said. "I'm going to say YES when my friends want to do fun stuff and not stay in my house like a whiny depressive malcontent" I also said. My stupid friends had so many fun plans my house remains a disaster and I don't see how I can be held responsible for that), and go back to physio for my piercing neck pain and spasming lower back. The burgeoning roster of visitors was fantastic, exactly what we needed to distract us all from t
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