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Bleh. Exhaustion and sore throat. This is what happens when I have too many things going on and overdo it. This used to happen to me ever 4th Quarter at the candle warehouse, when I'd run myself so ragged that I'd make myself sick and miss days of work and writing. This time out it was due to multiple events one day after the next, on top of the Day Job and squeezing my writing in there as well. Hopefully with rest and working at a slower pace I'll feel better soon enough.
Of course, this is when I get cranky, because the last thing I want to do is stop writing, especially since I've been on a roll the last couple of weeks. I mean, it's not as if I'm overexerting myself all that much. I'm just hitting my words. I suppose if I truly feel like crap and can't seem to come up with words in the first place, then it's time for me to call it and take a day or two off. I could have written some stuff yesterday before we headed out to the symphony, but I decided it was probably better for me not to. Besides, my writing rules state that weekends are optional. I haven't hit them yet today, but we'll see how I feel a little later.
I'm also writing my blog posts to schedule for the beginning of the week. Those I don't worry about too much either -- I can usually whip those out in a half hour, especially if I already know what I'm going to blather on about.
But yeah... one of the biggest mixed blessings about living in California is that I rarely get sick. I say 'mixed' because on the one hand I'm happy that I'm rarely ever bedridden feeling like crap, but on the other my Day Job sick time is wasted because I so rarely use it. [Granted, I'm also Catholic so using sick time for anything other than actually feeling sick makes me feel guilty. Not that that stops me, though.] And on the third hand, when I DO feel sick, I feel grouchy, grumpy, irritable, and annoyed. It's the Bert in me that wants to get everything done and my body telling me otherwise.
Still... we'll see how I feel tomorrow, if I should call in or if I'll soldier on.
Of course, this is when I get cranky, because the last thing I want to do is stop writing, especially since I've been on a roll the last couple of weeks. I mean, it's not as if I'm overexerting myself all that much. I'm just hitting my words. I suppose if I truly feel like crap and can't seem to come up with words in the first place, then it's time for me to call it and take a day or two off. I could have written some stuff yesterday before we headed out to the symphony, but I decided it was probably better for me not to. Besides, my writing rules state that weekends are optional. I haven't hit them yet today, but we'll see how I feel a little later.
I'm also writing my blog posts to schedule for the beginning of the week. Those I don't worry about too much either -- I can usually whip those out in a half hour, especially if I already know what I'm going to blather on about.
But yeah... one of the biggest mixed blessings about living in California is that I rarely get sick. I say 'mixed' because on the one hand I'm happy that I'm rarely ever bedridden feeling like crap, but on the other my Day Job sick time is wasted because I so rarely use it. [Granted, I'm also Catholic so using sick time for anything other than actually feeling sick makes me feel guilty. Not that that stops me, though.] And on the third hand, when I DO feel sick, I feel grouchy, grumpy, irritable, and annoyed. It's the Bert in me that wants to get everything done and my body telling me otherwise.
Still... we'll see how I feel tomorrow, if I should call in or if I'll soldier on.
