A weird day
Today is a weird day. Well yesterday was a weird day too, since I slept very badly due to lots of pain in my ribcage, back and hip joints, I was feeling sort of fuzzy and was home from work. That didn't stop me from preparing a lecture and Powerpoint presentation on 16th and 17th century fashion and sewing a new summer dress, which I had cut out on Sunday when my body hurt too much for me to sew on the more complicated suit jacket. All that remains on the dress is sewing down the bias tape that I used for hemming the neck line and I look hot in it. At least according to my husband.
But today is weird in another way. I had to take tramadol to sleep last night, so I'm not as sharp as I ought to be, but I'm trying to write on my article anyway. And then, at four p.m I'm going to meet up with two other researchers and finish writing a grant application that's due tomorrow. I and on eof the others have already written most of the text and now we're waiting for the third person's contribution an dit feels so weird that I can't work on the text now! It's like all I do today is wait.
But today is weird in another way. I had to take tramadol to sleep last night, so I'm not as sharp as I ought to be, but I'm trying to write on my article anyway. And then, at four p.m I'm going to meet up with two other researchers and finish writing a grant application that's due tomorrow. I and on eof the others have already written most of the text and now we're waiting for the third person's contribution an dit feels so weird that I can't work on the text now! It's like all I do today is wait.