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I've not been sleeping well. There's the fact that there's no medium weight bedspread: it's sheet and decorative coverlet that i've appropriated as a blanket, or the thick plush comforter. Last night i tried just having the comforter around my arms. There's some worries about changes at work. I have lingering overdue tasks that may now become much more problematic. My worries broke through my sleep at 4 am in the morning. I'm not used to that. There's the food i've been eating and my digestive system: I'm more clear on the value of avoiding wheat. Then there's the being away from home and my love and my cats.
It's possible that if only one or two of these things were going on it wouldn't be so disruptive, but i feel awful. I'm not sure what the right triage is.
I can go to the 8:30 - noon (half hour break to check out) session remaining. Will i really be there? Or half present?
...
So i pack and bustle and call my mom to pick me up right when the conference is over because if the 'net access goes away i won't be in a mental place to cope with going and finding a good workable cafe. I will attend the conference and get to my folks and file my travel expenses. (End of fiscal year is soon.)
Apparently the insulation of the hotel has protected me from the painfully hot (and humid!) weather out there.
I packed the make-up without putting on any, so that's a big whatever. I don't know why the suitcase seems so impossibly stuffed now compared to coming out. I'm going to trust it's just the addition of the jacket i did not need at all (that i wore on the flight).
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This weekend is a road-trip to New Bern in coastal NC. I'd written to find out where an ancestor's house was, as it was mentioned on a small town's web site. I got back a note with the contact for a (male line) descendant: the house had burned down but he'd be glad to show us around. I passed that to my Dad, who called, and now we are attending the Franck Family Reunion on Sunday evening. Boggle. [Photo is from the same family reunion but some time back.]
It's possible that if only one or two of these things were going on it wouldn't be so disruptive, but i feel awful. I'm not sure what the right triage is.
I can go to the 8:30 - noon (half hour break to check out) session remaining. Will i really be there? Or half present?
...
So i pack and bustle and call my mom to pick me up right when the conference is over because if the 'net access goes away i won't be in a mental place to cope with going and finding a good workable cafe. I will attend the conference and get to my folks and file my travel expenses. (End of fiscal year is soon.)
Apparently the insulation of the hotel has protected me from the painfully hot (and humid!) weather out there.
I packed the make-up without putting on any, so that's a big whatever. I don't know why the suitcase seems so impossibly stuffed now compared to coming out. I'm going to trust it's just the addition of the jacket i did not need at all (that i wore on the flight).
--==∞==--
This weekend is a road-trip to New Bern in coastal NC. I'd written to find out where an ancestor's house was, as it was mentioned on a small town's web site. I got back a note with the contact for a (male line) descendant: the house had burned down but he'd be glad to show us around. I passed that to my Dad, who called, and now we are attending the Franck Family Reunion on Sunday evening. Boggle. [Photo is from the same family reunion but some time back.]
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