Shpilkes

I've got the shpilkes today, which is not necessarily a bad thing. I've achieved some nice goals today:

1. It's a snowy day and everyone is home, which makes me happy,
2. I got up around 7:30 with a headache but took Tylenol and went back to sleep until 9:30,
3. I haven't left the house all day or even gotten dressed, and
4. I had a nice long workout on the Wii Fit

The headache was not gone by 11:30, which means I got to take some excedrin, which K says for me is like meth, so since then I've done three loads of laundry and worked out for nearly 45 minutes. By the time I was done, the headache was gone, and now I'm left with the need to do something -- but not leave the house, which would require getting dressed, or at the very least, putting on shoes -- and only two real tasks before me: putting away laundry, or putting away the ornaments. I am just not interested in either of those, but I think I won't be able to avoid them for much longer. I'm considering asking the girls to help me with the ornaments tomorrow for my birthday present. But I'll still be on my own for the laundry.

It started snowing around ten, maybe? K had stayed with friends overnight, but I wasn't worried or crazy or anything because it wasn't snowing hard and I knew the driving wasn't that bad. It's still not snowing hard, but steadily all day, and she got home before the roads were even covered. I know that R is out and about today, but with the boyfriend, so, not alone, so I'm not concerned there. So, no crazies today, although recent bouts of the minor crazies have led to an increase in happy pills, starting today. Which, now that I think of it, may also have something to do with the shpilkes. (But I really think it's the caffeine in the excedrin.) I almost feel like spending some more time on the Wii, but overdoing it would not be wise.

Okay, I give up, I'm going to put away the laundry. Ornaments tomorrow, I hope. Or hey, maybe tonight, if I can't sleep. That would be different.



WATCHING FRIENDS :: ENTRY #1960
READING: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norell by Susanna Clarke