Perhaps I should eat
When I’m already giving my 100% at something, what comes next?
Maybe it’s time for a vacation. Out of pride (in myself), I’ve made a point to give what I can in terms of effort. The result is that more of the collective need seems to be gathering in my cubicle. No free desk space any more. The floor is at a premium. I lift my feet very carefully, given the risk of an ankle becoming ensnared in the tangled cables. And summer seems so far away.
I’m trying to finish off a huge order before the long weekend starts, but the telephone and the email and the heads hanging over the wall don’t get it. Lunchtime is a memory from bygone days. Thankfully the bus comes and takes me away before darkness, but the days aren’t fun any more.
I need a vacation.
My handy wall calendar is reassuring… only three more months before summer. Not necessarily vacation, but summer, when the trees provide shade and the bird seem less (for lack of a better term) menacing. Crows!
Of course, this doesn’t clean the basement, nor repair the tattered perimeter of the pool. The roof guy still hasn’t returned our calls, and I haven’t seen an old friend in ages. Maybe I could sleep through the long weekend. Not exactly as refreshing as a vacation, though.
Could this be a result of hunger? I mean, I don’t feel hungry, in the usual way, but if my meal times are skewed, there has to be some physiological marker. Else, I’m showing early signs of clinical depression, and that’s not good for anybody!
