I’m here at work. I have no motivation. I have piles of manuscripts and proofs on my desk and I keep staring at them. I planned on getting a few things out of the way and then taking the afternoon off (my meeting in NYC got cancelled because the author needed to catch a flight to Malta. Yeah Malta?). But my boss shot me down. Denied. Why? Because she needs me to do something for her. She wants someone she can trust. I wanted to say, bite me. So, I’ll be here. At my desk. Not in my pool on my lounge, reading. No sun. No swimming. No margaritas (well not this afternoon, maybe tonight) and no tan. At least not today.
Even though I love the summer, you will hear me complain about the heat constantly. This is my first summer with y’all and I just felt I needed to warn you about that. You see, summer only represents one thing to me…three months until Autumn. My favorite time of the year. Fuck the ‘holiday season’. I love the fall. I’m like a child then. I’m always outside. I make homemade apple cider and rib-sticking food every weekend. And then I eat it ouside. I love it. So, although summer is fun and you can get a tan and there are lots of barbacue’s and there’s the beach, it’s only the prelude to the season when I shine. Besides, the beach is much better in the fall.
Okay, that was corny.
The yoga thing isn’t happening for me at the moment. I think I’m too weak from being tired to hold the poses as long as I should. So, I’ve reduced the workout to just basic stretching until my ass gets itself together sleepwise. I’m still walking/running, depending on my mood and how strong I’m feeling. This is very humbling, this weakness shit. I’m a very strong person and I can’t believe what fatigue reduces you to. It sucks.
Thank you all so much for your book suggestions. Please keep them coming. I did buy three books yesterday and you’ll see them on my sidebar. One is rubbish, one is a sort of a biography (it looked interesting), and one is a critically acclaimed bestseller that I’ve been meaning to buy for months (yes, broke the bestseller rule. who cares?). I moved the links to below my the websites I like because the list was a distraction from my blog links and my babies’ blog links need to be first.
I’ll leave you with this picture of me that I found while cleaning out my work computer. I have no idea why it was saved on there. I don’t remember this one being taken, but I like how my hair falls.
At least you knew early. Generally my clients will ok an early leave day, but the minute I try to leave they burst into the office with some life or death thing that just has to be done RIGHT NOW.
It’s a conspiracy, I say.
Who flies to Malta? What’s in Malta?
I have no sleep solutions, book recommendations, how to get out of work early when you really deserve it, or just really want it, or ways to beat the heat.
What I do know is that your picture is hot. The hair is sexy and the clevage is hot!
Clairebell: That’s happened to me before.
Liz: From the pictures I’ve seen, Malta is beautfiul. Thanks, I thought it was an okay picture. My cleavage always looks hot, if I can say so myself.
I can do without the summer too…
Give Spring and Fall. Year round!
Sorta like San Fracisco except I dislike earthquakes more than the heat and cold
I’m the same way concerning summer and fall!!
I am a summer baby through and through. We tube a lot down the rivers, BBQ, beach volleyball, lay out by the pool, read outside, go to the lake. I just love love love summer. It was a 100 here in March so really we have cold and hot. There arent 4 seasons. HAHA God bless Texas
I absolutely love Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. You’re going to really like them.
And don’t worry. You’ll get stronger again. Don’t dwell on what you think is your weakness right now, and don’t let it hinder you. Just go.
I am glad I stumbled across your blog. You remind me of me but I am older. I have read most of your blog. The man who gets you and realizes just what a woman you are will be very fortunate. Thank you for writing and sharing.
Annoyed: Yeah, I’m not big on earthquakes either.
Idle: My kind of girl!
Softball: I takes a special person to deal with that kind of heat. I’m not that person.
Marcia: I know. Thanks.
Endless: Welcome. I hope I’m interesting enough to get you to keep reading this. And thank you for your kind words.
Hey, cool tips. I’ll buy a bottle of beer to that man from that forum who told me to go to your blog