The cottage smells like fresh laundry because doing the wash and hanging it to dry is part of my midweek-day-off routine. Rather it’s supposed to be a day off, one for reading and tidying up and most of all resting, but I’m still going to have to work part of it because that’s a freelancer’s life. Won’t be doing it at the coworking space, though: tearing myself away from the cat and similar domestic comforts would be too obvious a capitulation to the gig owning me rather than the other way around.
My next day off is Saturday, though I expect that to be about nothing but rest given that the night before I’ll be in San Leandro for a sleep study. I’ve done a number of these before and they’ve yet to produce anything near a peaceful night, all those wires attached to the body/scalp and a strange bed and whatnot. The GP requested this one, not even 2 1/2 years after the last, because she thinks that recalibrating my CPAP might help with the fatigue. I kind of doubt it but then I’m not a doctor. If nothing else it’ll be useful in eliminating possible reasons for the fatigue.
The afternoon before the sleep study I see my psych NP to explain why I already quit the Remeron he prescribed when I saw him a month ago. (Gaining 10 lbs in a little over a week had something to do with it. Fortunately by now that weight’s just as much history as the med.) Friday has thus become largely a self-care day, which is not necessarily the same thing as a day off because there are usually appointments involved, and anyway I still have to work that morning because deadlines blah blah. Of course, not having work at all would be worse and I tell myself that frequently whether I have some or not.
Days off, even half-ones, are theoretically also for getting to stuff previously put off. My food stamps were discontinued in early February due to a paperwork snafu and my county worker isn’t returning calls and researching what step to take next requires more effort than I’ve so far had to give it. I barely got the Cube registration renewal filed in time only to discover it also needs a smog inspection. The connectors bought for the monitors I scavenged from an e-waste collection site didn’t work so I need to send them back and order ones that do. After several weeks of taking my blood pressure even I have to admit it’s too high so I need to see the GP about that as well. On and on. First world problems? Not all of it.
Right now I’m just hoping to get to any of this. It’s barely past noon and I can already tell a nap will be necessary in the next few hours, then a walk by the lake before sundown and of course there’s that work for the client and how much else can I do? The wash is finished though and there’s satisfaction in that, especially for my nose. Now on to however much time and energy will permit.
Cross-posted from my other blog, Walk Into The Sun.