Maybe it's the weather, or the sticky work situation that I stepped into last week and sort of got in trouble for (and about which I'm not going to be specific, because I know the meaning of this word), or the looming Holidays, which come to think of it always make me crabby. But things have not been so good lately.
The other day, in despair at my ever-growing To-Do lists, one at work, one at home, and the corresponding twin piles of papers on either side of my commute, I wailed to RW, "Don't you get tired of all those things you have to do? Just one after another??"
And she looked at me quizzically and said, "But that's just what life is. Doing things."
Me: *incoherent whining sound*
RW: "Think of it this way: isn't it better than having nothing to do?"
Me: "No! Because then I could read, and e-mail people, and just do what I want!"
RW: "You'd get bored."
Now, those responses from my partner in life seem to me to miss the point so fundamentally that I'm not even sure that we were having the same conversation.
But then, she is a truly productive person, someone who is happiest when she has five or six projects going and is checking off her progress on all of them, and I am a person who, when you get right down to it, would rather be lying on a couch reading, and ideally eating Godiva chocolates, than just about anything else. I would have to do that for a long, long time before I got bored. And then I think I could be revived by an hour or so sitting on the porch swing and talking on the phone with an old friend. That's about as productive as I like to get, given the option.
Meanwhile, Mermaid Girl's old clothes are not being mailed out to our friends with younger kids, and neither are the photos from this summer, and my room is a mess, and I'm running out of clothes, and the sink is full of dishes, and I have about four work projects I'm behind on.
And Bush is still President, and Christmas is coming with attendant interfaith-family angst, and the rain it raineth every day.
On the bright side, there was a rainbow, a big one, right over the parking lot when I left work today.
And I have started reading kids' and YA books again, after a long dry spell. Four or five just in the past week. It feels good. Invigorating. Like jogging around the lake would probably feel, if I liked that kind of thing.