|I don't hibernate, but I understand the impulse
||[Nov. 16th, 2011|11:04 pm]
What is it about this time of year that makes me tired? Aside from the constant attacks from the Heinous Yankee Pollen and the clock moving around like a chicken with its head cut off and the sun going down in the middle of the day and the bazillion and twenty different events and functions every week, I mean.|
This is the time of year when I just give up. Give up trying to keep the house clean, give up any semblance of routine, give up self-care beyond basic grooming, give up pretending I'm actually going to accomplish anything before the year is over.
Yesterday I was so draggy in the morning I didn't even bother to dry my hair, which means I went full poodle. Sort of like Annie meets Gravel Gerty in a high wind. And then when I got to work I realized it was the day I was supposed to give a demo to my boss's boss's boss. There's nothing like meeting your Great Grandboss for the first time looking like you're auditioning for Bozo - the Menopause Years.