Lethargy

It doesn’t seem that long ago that I returned rejuvenated from my trip to Boston, but lately I the call to sit and do nothing screams the loudest at me. My dreams last night were odd, and of an unusual nature. I don’t actually remember them, but I do remember thinking they were weird while having them. Making it through the day is a contest against the oppressiveness of the ether around me. The walls aren’t closing in, but the air is nearly unbreathable.

I found myself unable to get out of bed at the normal time this morning. With nothing pressing me loudly at work, the whole getting there thing didn’t work. I ended up sleeping an extra hour, catching up on mail, getting my keyboard replaced and seeing Dr. France before getting into work after lunch. The delay didn’t help, as I had to explain to one of our clients through tears that I understood his point, I saw the validity of his point but I didn’t understand what he wanted me to do about it. Yeah, that there was one fun conversation. The day ended with LeWho taking me to task for a letter Bossman wrote. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that if I’d written the letter it would be half as long and be missing the antecedents. For some reason when writing for work I leave many of the understood words in my head off of the page.

Oh, and it turns out that yesterday’s plans were really for today and the date wasn’t passed on in a timely fashion. So, I’m nearly off.