I have trouble with days when I feel that I haven't accomplished much. Like today. Today started off badly when I went to bed last night. Huh?
Well, it was like this. Got into bed around 11 PM but wasn't sleepy. Tossed and turned and contemplated getting up to read or do something constructive but knew if I did, I wouldn't come back to bed for a couple of hours and then I'd have to sleep late this morning in order to get my (much needed) beauty sleep and feel good today.
So what did I do instead? Laid in bed until close to 2 AM tossing, turning, trying to keep my mind from wandering to worrisome topics. Then when I finally drifted off to sleep, I had one bad dream after another. And what time did I wake this morning? Right before 9. I'd say I slept late anyway.
Because I'm a morning person, this immediately signaled a bad start to the day for me. I felt behind before my feet hit the floor. I've read that the hours you sleep before midnight are the most beneficial, and for me, I know that's true. So last night was not a good one. Between my frustration of not being able to fall asleep and the monsters chasing me in my dreams when I finally did, I've spent the day feeling very tired and lacking enthusiasm for . . . anything.
I think it would have helped if it had been another sunny day, but that wasn't in the cards either. After lunch I thought if I took a walk out to get the mail the fresh air would do me good. I returned with tensed muscles counting myself lucky to have made it back in one undamaged piece. Our half mile driveway is not only still covered in ice, but now has a film of water on top of the ice. I could have made it more safely if I'd laced on my ice skates.
Remarkable as it seems, I did manage to cook up a big pot of black beans this morning with the intent of making chili. (Hubby does not care for kidney beans so I make black bean chili most of the time.) Then I realized that I had no green pepper, and in my book, chili isn't chili without some green pepper.
Nor did we have any fresh greens with which to make a salad to accompany our spaghetti for dinner tonight. For the spaghetti sauce, I planned on using a jar of commercial sauce, something I rarely do, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I knew I had seen a jar of it on a back shelf of the pantry. Yeah, right. Do you think I could find it? Apparently, the dog must have eaten it one night when we were out.
I did think about a trip to town to purchase the needed items, but that just seemed to require too much effort.
Oh, woe is me. What did our (dubious) heroine Scarlett always say? Tomorrow is another day? (Actually, I think she said, "I'll think about that tomorrow.") Fortunately, our whole foods co-op in town is open on Sundays so if I can get my head on straight yet tonight, I'll make my list and be in there to shop when they open in the morning. I've even already pulled out the recipe for hubby's favorite Cranberry Coffee Cake to make tonight (uh-oh, better check the ingredients) so we have a special treat to start the day off with tomorrow.
I've positioned a baseball bat by the side of the bed with instructions for my bed partner to kindly conk me over the noggin with it if I'm not asleep within ten minutes of crawling into bed tonight.
Who knows, maybe the sun will shine again tomorrow. Even if it doesn't, I know I'll have a better day.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
13 hours ago