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Sub-optimal power levels
Dec. 10th, 2011 02:59 amI spent last weekend in Stamford, CT, working Anonycon for the store. Instead of a hotel, I crashed with Lefty and Fuchsia in Tarrytown. Anonycon is a fun, small gaming con, and I enjoyed myself, and the store made some money, and it went OK for the first time I did a show for the store at which I called the shots. I got the con crud, though, so I spent Monday asleep.
Tuesday to Friday have been pretty flat out with work (holiday shopping season is here, and I have been scrambling to get new stuff out for sale and decorate and publicize and do the manager type paper work... oi), plus trying to keep in touch with Dad (who, after a month at the rehab hospital, has improved to the point where his blood pressure doesn't drop so dangerously low, and he's feeling better, which unfortunately means he's cranky, demanding to go home, and vituperative when he doesn't get his way. Plus, he's still forgetful) and the hospital staff. He might be able to leave next week, which will lead to the great struggle. But that's later.
I feel somewhat overwhelmed. I can get things done, but I'm aware that important stuff is sliding, like taking Feisty to the vet (she's sick again/still), filing paper for my dad, paying taxes, Xmas shopping (I have no gifts, nor any idea what to get anyone), and I haven't seen some dear friends in months. I just don't have the energy, and it just slips off my mental blotter. I'm staying home and vegging out a lot–I enjoy time with friends, but it's an effort to make it happen. Perhaps I need to try more Zoloft?
Tuesday to Friday have been pretty flat out with work (holiday shopping season is here, and I have been scrambling to get new stuff out for sale and decorate and publicize and do the manager type paper work... oi), plus trying to keep in touch with Dad (who, after a month at the rehab hospital, has improved to the point where his blood pressure doesn't drop so dangerously low, and he's feeling better, which unfortunately means he's cranky, demanding to go home, and vituperative when he doesn't get his way. Plus, he's still forgetful) and the hospital staff. He might be able to leave next week, which will lead to the great struggle. But that's later.
I feel somewhat overwhelmed. I can get things done, but I'm aware that important stuff is sliding, like taking Feisty to the vet (she's sick again/still), filing paper for my dad, paying taxes, Xmas shopping (I have no gifts, nor any idea what to get anyone), and I haven't seen some dear friends in months. I just don't have the energy, and it just slips off my mental blotter. I'm staying home and vegging out a lot–I enjoy time with friends, but it's an effort to make it happen. Perhaps I need to try more Zoloft?
