I’m hanging out with my daughter this weekend, which–as expected–has helped recharge my batteries. There’s still a distinct lack of being 100 percent, but I definitely feel better than I did a few days ago. More energy, I’m able to focus, and I even managed to read something like 300 pages yesterday. Considering that reading even a page or two was a special kind of hell on Friday, I’d say that’s an improvement.
Sleep still isn’t coming easily. But again, progress. I’ve gone from laying awake for two-and-a-half hours before falling asleep, to half an hour or so. And instead of waking up seven or eight times during the night, I’m down to waking up two or three times.
Sometimes I find it utterly amazing just how much things can improve and still be a pile of ass. And by “amazing” I mean “shitty.”
My daughter goes back to her mother’s place today, so I’m spending whatever time I can with her and the cold she brought with her–a cold I’m pretty sure I caught. Barring further mental shenanigans or a bronchial infection, Monday is starting to look a lot like a good day to jump back on the horse and try to get some work done.
Let’s just hope the apparent upswing keeps going higher.