Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Tuesday a bunch of stuff I realized at the last minute needed doing delayed me enough that I didn't get to rehearsal (I had to return the truck to Virginia, so I would've had to leave halfway through -- otherwise I would have gone for the second half). Wednesday I did make it to rehearsal, but was feeling really wrung out by the time I headed home. Thursday I got a couple things done but wore out early and crashed around dinnertime. Yesterday was really rough all through (and again I crashed around dinnertime).

Today I'm feeling much better than yesterday or the day before, but I still got off to a slow and painful start (which Ultram did eventually help with), and am now starting to slow down again.

Thing is, I really wanted to go to the Storvik post-Pennsic revel tonight. It started a couple of hours ago, IIRC, but runs late enough that I could still get to enough of it to be worth bothering with ... I'm just not at all certain pushing myself to get there would be wise. And the way I feel right now it'd be a push.

The temptation to use up the last few spoons is strong -- I've missed this event more often than I've attended, and there are folks I want to see (and if there's dancing -- which is likely -- I'd enjoy playing for it, fer shure). The temptation to just close my eyes and fall asleep this very instant is also strong. The mental soundtrack for the past half hour has been variations on, "Do I have the energy to get there? I know I'll have fun if I do? What'll it cost me in not-doing-stuff in the coming week if I do? Am I okay to drive right now? But if I go, I know I'll have fun -- it's not as bad as yesterday, when I was feeling so wretched I probably wouldn't have noticed the fun stuff going on around me. Can I do this?"

I hate these borderline (or high-temptation) situations where What I Ought To Do isn't clear.

Maybe more Ultram+ibuprofen and a shower, and I'll see whether I feel more alert from that or worn out from the effort of getting clean (or just too relaxed to stay awake, if the hot water unkinks my back any).

It's not like I've got any shortage of stuff I should be doing here if I neither go to the revel nor fall asleep right away. Including writing up some more-worth-reading-than-this LJ entries for a change, and dealing with redirecting all my old web pages to their new locations ... and trying to de-hose local DNS on my LAN, which I apparently screwed up badly this afternoon. (All my computers can find hosts outside easily enough, but most can't resolve the other local machines any more unless I copy the /etc/hosts file from the name server ... which pretty much defeats the purpose of having a name server on my LAN in the first place. All I was trying to do when I broke it was to change what fake domain name I used inside the house for my 192.168.x.x network, so that it wouldn't be the same as the recently-registered-for-real domain my web pages are moving to. (And regarding that registration, which was a gift, I am grateful.) But I messed something up.)

In other news, I've noticed that I seem not to be tolerating the heat as well now as I did before I went to Pennsic. I'm not sure whether two weeks of lower humidity de-acclimatized me from Baltimore weather, or my being so very exhausted has a detrimental effect on my ability to cope with heat+humidity. I've been spending a lot of time in the one air-conditioned room. And it's not even as hot as it was before War!