I seriously can’t tell. Was yesterday Monday? Am I supposed to be working today? Could I have slept in this morning? I honestly have no idea. And that’s OK, right??
I’ve had trouble concentrating this week — with my work tasks, my home tasks, just with everything. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened this week, I just have had problems focusing. Last week was fine, but this week? Meh.
I had two work projects that I needed to get done by today and OMG was it a struggle to finish them. I got them both done today within normal business hours, but the struggle to sit at my home office computer and concentrate on finishing them?? Ugh. Usually I do not mind the push of a deadline, it usually soars me forward with ideas, but this week I was just not having it.
And now I am just tired. We order take out food from a local restaurant on Friday evenings and I ordered a pasta dish that was out of my normal ordering comfort zone. It was delicious, but had a sauce that I thought would be more white wine-based, which was actually a nice term for alfredo-based. Not that I have anything against alfredo — it was just heavier than I thought it would be. And because I am always a member of the clean plate club — I finished the whole damn thing when I should have just eaten half of it.
So now I am full, cranky and unfocused. And of course tired, because tired just seems to be my normal state these days. I did an amazing yoga class this morning before work, and now my legs hurt too. It’s been just an odd week.
But like Scarlett O’Hara always said — tomorrow is another day, and it’s another chance for me to feel better and get myself together.
Notes from a Self Quarantine 