My latest bout of the blues was set off by a night spent fighting the bedclothes, and insomnia always leaves me feeling very sick the next day. So I took a “sick day” today and slept till I could sleep no more and feel better for it now. This means I missed my art class, but I don’t even feel badly about it, though I should, I guess. All I know is I didn’t want to be in the same room as that irritating woman. My bruises from last week have gone from blue to greenish-yellow and cover a good portion of my upper and lower right arm as graphic reminders of just how badly I handle stress.
I took advantage of some sunshine on a nice walk with Coco. As an accompaniment to my walk, I started listening to the audio of The Gods of Gotham by Lyndsay Faye, which is set in New York city in the mid-1840s, when two major events changed the city; a huge wave of Irish immigrants coming in with the Potato Famine and the creation of an organized police force. It’s told from the point of view of a young man more or less forced into becoming a policeman following tragic circumstances. So far enjoying it quite a bit.
I’m feeling better today, at least on the physical front, and though I can’t say I’ve accomplished anything so far, this doesn’t seem like as big a deal as it did yesterday. But a day without suffering is a good day as far as I’m concerned. So my haiku for today would be… let’s see…
Well rested, no pain
Could have been more creative—
Good enough for now.