When real things happen to imaginary people

Yesterday I was knocked flat by ... something. A flare-up of the Lyme and its co-bugs? I don't know. I spent all of yesterday on the couch, shivering under a heavy blanket, feeling woozy, achy, and unable to think.

Today I feel slightly better. I'm not under heavy blankets right now, I'm not as woozy or achy, and I don't feel as fuzzily vacant as I did. Of course, I made my classic mistake of thinking I'M BETTER NOW, did a bunch of stuff, and then went "Oh. Whoops. Flopping on couch now." But I feel like I have enough brain to work on job-hunt emails and the novel, so it's progress of a sort.

I'm not sure what brought on this bout of sickly, because it's not like I've been doing a lot of stuff. But minim_calibre reminded me yesterday that hey, this is a month of really stressful emotions for me, which is probably causing this. Oh, right.

(Speaking of really stressful emotions, the off-and-on snow around here has been making me melancholy, because in the past snow meant a phone call from Mom, telling me to stop summoning the snow demons.)

What I really want right now is a butler, who will bring me tea, tasty gluten-free snacks, and perhaps laudanum. Why don't I have a butler, dammit?

The office I am being moved into was already empty. I took advantage of that fact and put some of my posters up in the new space already.

stroppy_baggage stuck around my office today to help me pack, and then drove me home. So now I am working from home (until next week, whoo!), and am contemplating making myself some tea and a piece of raisin pecan toast with Brie.

In other news: WEATHER! It was snowing at work when we left (but not sticking), and it's snowing here at home (but not sticking). Dear Snow Demons, I didn't invite you back. Shoo. And take these flickering beginnings of a sinus migraine with you, thanks.

You know what the best part about working from home is? Besides the being with the Stroppy One and the kitties? That I will get to sleep in. Mmmmm, sleeping in.

Oh no, weather!

Of course, the rain/sleet/snow mixture did trigger the Traditional Weather Phone Call to my parents, during which I vehemently denied summoning the Snow Demons, and my mother didn't believe me. Normally, I would be all for snow. I like snow. But I don't like having to go to work in the snow, because a) Seattle has a lot of hills; b) my work commute is already not a fun one, and any sort of odd weather makes it worse, and c) most Seattle drivers are not good at snow. But mom assumes that if there's snow in our area, it's due to my standing at a window chanting "Snow! Snow! Snow! Yaaaaaaay snow!"

(Why yes, I did this as a child. And a teen. And maybe as recently as last year, when I was in between jobs and didn't have to worry about getting to the Eastside during an attack of Weather.)

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Thanksgiving was good. Busy, but good. As to being thankful about things, I'm just going to re-post what I said last year:

I try to think of something I'm thankful for every day; I am so, SO insanely lucky in my life that I try to make sure I acknowledge that fact (even if just in the privacy of my head) all the time. Because I have a very good life, with a wonderful husband, loving (and not crazy-making, but the good sort of crazy) parents, and my beloved chosen family and friends. I try never to take any of it for granted.