Categories: work, travel, sleep, tired
Date: 24 October 2009 17:34:53
One of those weeks where nothing happened on the usual day.
This last six or seven weeks have been incredibly educational. It's confirmed the fact that I am not an early morning person, and forcing myself to be so is not being at all good for me. I've reached this point feeling exhausted, run down, and wanting to do little but sleep. This is as tired as I was by Christmas this time last year! Mind you, I didn't shove in a couple of house moves, and a complete change of life this time last year....It's also confirmed I am not a person who works well in a large institution, and that it's also not good for my equilibrium. Still, the coming week is a lot more relaxed, and I even harbour hopes of getting a couple of late mornings and maybe some early nights.
I'm also aware that I'm extra tired because I'm doing a mixture of work that is very new and demanding, and work that I've done before, but am relearning things I'd forgotten and there are also new routines with it, that I'm working in three different jobs, that I'm living somewhere temporarily and am having to think constantly about so many different things that I used to do automatically. It's also that I'm getting desperate to get my own space, and my boxes unpacked and sorted - which I'm delaying doing until I've moved again, as Plan A, to do them here, got thwarted by the speed at which I got busy.
Yesterday was an exceptionally long day, but well worth it. I was delighted the coach arrived slightly early, thus enabling me to catch a bus home with only a two minute wait, rather than the half hour wait I was expecting. Even if I got a fright, as I'd forgotten the route changed slightly on Fridays and Saturdays after 9.00 p.m. and I thought we were going the wrong way, or I was on the wrong bus, going to my previous address in this city. (I am amazed I've not done that yet!) A group of us had gathered for a memorial service of a incredibly memorable woman, who had impacted on all our lives in so many ways! I'd been detailed to provide the music. So, before the service, I did a clarinet medley of hymns and songs specific to the group I belonged to along (with a good third of the congregation,) which had been founded by the woman we were gathering to remember, and then played the organ for the rest of the service.
Still, tonight I might even get an extra hour's sleep!!