I was able to leave work yesterday at about 2:45. I was going to leave at 2, but was asked to stay as long as I could. I had a chiropractor appointment at home at 3:30, so I had to leave no later than 2:45, but I did stay until then, and it made my lead happy. I’m not sure I actually did any work for him in those 45 minutes, but just me being there made him more calm.
My back and neck were all out of whack, so the chiropractor appointment was wonderful. And then Justin and I went to the library and came home with at least 6 books apiece. Bliss!
Today has been wonderfully relaxing. We managed to sleep away the entire morning, which, in Justin’s case was because he was up until after 3, but in my case was just because I was SO TIRED. I was really, really tired.
And then I’ve just been puttering around the house. I finally put away the laundry that’s been in the dryer for several days. I got my office put back in order. I balanced the checkbook and got the receipts checked and organized (I’m so OCD sometimes — how many of you check your receipts against your checkbook/credit cards to make sure you’ve got them categorized right and you’re not missing any and then put them into envelopes for each month?). That last bit took me most of the afternoon, but it’s been piling up and I’ve been meaning to get to it for ages. It felt good to finally have it finished. Justin worried because it was money stuff and today was supposed to be relaxing. But it really didn’t feel like “work” to me. It felt good and productive and the heaviness of that task lingering on my list has been relieved. For another month or so, and then I’ll have to do it again.
Anyway, the last while has been spent curled up with a book, a blanket, and a hot pad. Cramps. Stupid, stupid cramps. Yea for not being pregnant, but, really? Do I have to feel so crummy?
I think it might be time to just go back to bed again.