Almost There

I think I've been a very boring person lately. All I've done is work, complain about working so much, or sleep to try to recover from work. Not too much fun. But, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. We have only four more events in the next three weeks and then we are done for the season. One of those events is tonight.

The events themselves are almost always interesting or funny or both, but the hours are hard. About two weeks ago, I was really tired from all the late hours. I woke up on Saturday morning and didn't get to sleep in because Walker keeps puppy hours and he usually wakes up between 7 and 7:30 a.m. I got up because Nate had some family in town and we needed to clean the house, go shopping, and get ready for the dinner we were having for them. So we ran errands and cleaned and all day I had a headache that got steadily worse and I felt pretty dizzy. By the time dinner rolled around, I could feel my body sort of saying: That's it for you, lady. You keep treating us like this and we will shut you down. We served dinner and I think I had two or three bites before I couldn't eat anymore. My stomach couldn't take it. Then I had to go lie down because I felt sick. I excused myself, made my apologies, and felt like a horse's ass. But then I had to get out of bed to puke, so I know I did the right thing instead of staying with the party and getting sick at the table (imagine the dinner conversation!). Still, I've never been so exhaused that I threw up before. Luckily, those hours are behind me. I'm still very busy at work, but not vomiting busy.

This past weekend we painted my office. It's a very bright turquoise sort of blue. Nate says it "glows" but that it's also soft "like birthday cake." I don't know if that's good or bad but I love that color. I have three windows in my room but they're all in the shade of an enormous oak tree so I don't actually get much natural light. This glowing color makes it seem bright in there even if it's not.

So other than painting my office, I'm sort of waiting for my life to return to "normal." Or, at least, normal working hours. Then I think I'll be able to have a regular writing and workout schedule again. Wish me luck.

Edited to tell you that Nate has a picture of my office-in-progress on his site. Also, you can see how Walker, at 8 months, is now bigger than Sophie. Look at the May 3, 2005 entry.