Part of why I love Montana…
No, I don’t have a cohesive essay to post this week – sorry. With last week’s insane cleaning “binge”, a couple busy work days, another day of cleaning “off schedule”, and then a day trip for a family reunion, my mind is pretty much ruined for the time being, and could use some serious recovery time.
It’s both a blessing and a curse being as routine-driven as I am. A blessing because even when I’m not terribly productive, I still get what needs to be done, done. A curse because when I get out of my routines for even a day, it messes with my head until I’m back on track again. Being out of my normal routines for the whole of the past week and a half has me pretty seriously discombobulated, and my thinking patterns are a chaotic mess. When I get like this, I have a hard time focusing on any one thing for very long…it’s like I have a short-circuit somewhere that needs to heal before I can do…stuff again.
As an example, just writing this much, I’ve stopped several times and had to reorient myself due to just losing focus (and it’s not like there’s anything to distract me at the moment). It’ll probably be a few days before I’m back to normal again, which is frustrating.
In any case, a few odd things I’m dealing with this week, as per the title, for your amusement and/or boredom:
I managed to blister the very tips of the toes on my right foot while sitting in the car on our day trip out of town Sunday. I have no idea how I did that, but I had socks and tennis shoes on, and the only thing I can think of is that I had my feet shoved under my crochet bag and around my purse on the floor of the car. There must have been more vibration than I thought? In any case, it’s a very weird thing, since it’s not the bottoms of my toes or the top, but the very tips just under the nail. Crazy.
Also, I managed to either break or badly damage most of my fingernails in last week’s cleaning spree. When I finally got to a manicure this past Sat. night, the only way to fix the mangled ones was to cut them off as short as possible (due to having long, thick nails most of the time, this means a couple millimeters above the actual finger…my tissue grows out that far to support the normal length). This means I’m typing on my fingertips rather than my nails this week, and if you ladies have ever had long nails and gotten used to typing on them, you know how painful and weird it is to suddenly have no nails and feel the keys under the pads of your fingers. It takes a few days to get past that initial over-sensitivity to where typing is comfortable again. And then the reach is different too, so I keep mistyping just because I don’t reach far enough to the key I need…frustrating.
As for the fly dreams…yes, I had a dream about flies the other night. There were five or six flying around my head, and no matter how much I swatted at them or moved or tried to get away, they kept buzzing me, annoying the crap out of me. It seemed to go on forever, and I was actually glad when the alarm clock went off and woke me up. I suppose I could look for some deeper meaning there, but frankly, I don’t have the mental energy. I’m going to go with the theory that it’s because we have a couple flies in the house, and maybe they were bugging me in my sleep. Simple works, right?
And that’s all I’ve got for now. Blistered toes, sore fingers, and flies in my head. I think it’s safe to say it can only get better from here, right?
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