Thursday, January 24, 2013

Fever Dreams

Last night I dreamed that my husband's boss, several other official-looking men, and the Queen dropped in for a visit.

In the dream, as in real life, my house was less than clean. I was absolutely appalled when my illustrious company arrived to dirty dishes, unwashed laundry, and gritty, sticky floors.  

I must say, though the men rapidly disappeared, the Queen was OK with the mess. All those years of singing "God Save the Queen" in elementary school must have impacted my subconscious, as she was, in fact, quite gracious. She hung around and helped out. Mind you, her way of helping was to work with the kids from my class so I could clean. On waking I realized the strangeness of that scenario. I no longer teach, and even if I did the little blighters wouldn't be at my house. The Queen would be more likely drop by. 

There is often house-work piling up here, as there are often things I have to  do (work) or would rather be doing (yoga, writing, reading, sketchbook). The difference between those times and now is that I usually care about the mess. For the last week I've had the flu, and I haven't had the energy to care. Oddly, that has been relaxing. I just haven't had the energy to stress about it. 

I'm hoping that this dream is an indication that I'm starting to recover. Most of the symptoms are gone, but I'm left with lingering, crushing tiredness. Nothing much is getting done housework-wise. I need a nap after washing a half-dozen dishes, but given that I have the energy to care about housework in my dreams maybe wellness isn't so far off. I hope so. I have drafts for about four posts waiting for my attention. Maybe the Queen will drop by and help with that.  In my dreams!

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Happy Newish Year!

Happy Newish Year!

At what point in January does it become ridiculous, redundant or just too darn late to wish people "Happy New Year"?

Wasn't that a Seinfeld episode?

Oh wonders of the internet. I just checked and here it is:

Why is it I can remember a nine-second clip from a television series that ended more than ten years ago when I can't remember where I put the gift card I got two weeks ago?


Enough pointless questions. 

I'm really here to:

a) Wish you a Happy New Year. (Done)
2) Let you know what I've been up to project-wise.

(See what I did there? The pop-culture reference above? Use the comments to identify it and tell me where I stole the idea from, and I'll post more sketchbook pictures. Or not. Your choice.)

Remember when I posted this picture?

From this...
Well, there has been progress. Now those pages look like this: this in more time than I care to admit.
Yep, I'm about half-way through. It's been scary and fun. Really, really fun. Probably more fun than scary actually. Probably.

Fortunately, my yoga practice is close to becoming a habit, so I am able to find some balance on those scary days. Some.

I'm pleased to say that since I first met with my instructor on November 29 I have only missed my practice once. Go me! (No excuse for the missed one. I had a day off with no plans. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the lack of schedule, my yoga practice just didn't happen.) 

Again, I have to give huge thanks to all those people who have followed my progress on facebook. Their continued support has made all the difference. I recently read that Michael Moore has an online team of thousands supporting him in his walking endeavours. My team is much, much smaller, but they're more effective. Though they probably don't know it, their "likes" carry the weight of thousands. Go them!