Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

(or: Twenty Five Minutes Of Typing In Lieu Of A Scream)

Poor sleep all week,
Constantly feeling tired / sleepy / dizzy / achy / weak,
Out of sorts and out of synch;
Too many 'to-do's put off "until I feel well enough to cope".

Tired enough to think I had a chance
To find my way to slumber early;
Took my meds, then fought my own damn legs
With TheraCane^® and Knobble^®, and fingers and toes and stubbornness
And actually managed sleep by one-ish,
Early for me (especially this week) and sorely (so to speak) needed.

Oh-four-hundred;
Awake again,
No discernable reason
(Maybe a dream),
Goddammit.

Naught remains but to blog a complaint,
However whiny,
Because a shriek of frustration, or even a suitable howl
Would frighten the cat and wake the housemate.

I say again
(or rather type, silently):
Goddammit.

"To consult a statistician after an experiment is finished is often merely to ask him to conduct a post-mortem examination. He can perhaps say what the experiment died of." -- R.A. Fisher, 1938 (thanks to tdj, who in turn got it from bluerosesgirl)

"The wrong power tools" plus wood plus impatience yields a fair bit of interesting-smelling smoke ... and fortunately the desired shape carved of wood, as well. (I knew this already, and fortunately also knew which bits I would screw up by combining with wood + impatience. I stuck to the ones that come out a little charred looking but not really damaged, and ones considered consumable anyhow (like cut-off wheels).)

So, yeah, I did eventually get a little more sleep, and I did manage to get a wee bit accomplished today. Now to see whether I can come up with enough spoons to deal with catching a bus to the nail salon and picking up grocieries on the way back. I'm not really feeling up to it, but let's see whether I feel any more together after a shower.

Weekend travel plans are starting to come together ... I'd feel a lot better about the weekend if headache & fatigue weren't still dogging me as they've been all week.