spinthemoon (spinthemoon) wrote,
spinthemoon
spinthemoon

I don't hibernate, but I understand the impulse

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.
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