Some days, it’s just hard to get up and get going. Unlike the comic strip cat Garfield, I don’t exactly hate Mondays. Some Mondays aren’t so bad, but on this Monday, I just want to go back to bed. I don’t have a long list of things I need to do at work today; in fact, the list is pretty short. I’ll spend most of the day doing research to prepare for a couple of classes I’ll be teaching in the coming weeks. One of the things I love about preparing for a class is that I can get totally immersed in preparations and time goes by fairly quickly. If it wasn’t for the fact that my glucose levels tend to fall really low if I don’t eat causing me to feel awful, I’d probably forget to eat lunch. It has happened before. It still doesn’t mean that I want to be awake and going to work this Monday morning, but as Gloria Gaynor sang, “I Will Survive.”

Yesterday felt much longer than it should have. Partly because I was art museum later than I expected, and I did not get home until well after my usual bedtime. Was just a very tiring day. However, because I have some comp time to take for the extra hours I worked last night, I plan to try and make today a short day. I have classes to teach this morning, but as long as my coworker doesn’t have any appointments this afternoon and will be at the museum, I’ll leave after my second class. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’m able to leave early today. My body needs more rest.

I’ll be going in late to work this morning, not because I have something else to do before work but because I’ll be at the museum tonight for an event. I would go in at noon, because I’ll be there until at least 9 pm tonight, except I have a class this morning at 10 am. The class was scheduled before I knew I’d be working so late. With that being said, I’m actually not complaining. I volunteered for this evening knowing I had the morning class. Tonight’s event is to honor a man whose funeral I was supposed to attend last Friday, but because of having Covid, I was not able to attend, so I volunteered for the event tonight. I feel that this will be my way of showing respect to the family, who did ask about me at the funeral and were worried that I had Covid. Sometimes, we have to do what we have to do, and that means today will be a 12 hour day.

I am dreading today. I am returning to work in person for the first time in three weeks. I love my job, but I’ve gotten used to taking naps when I want to, and I have a feeling I’m going to miss that today. I only got about five hours of sleep last night. I wasn’t able to fall asleep until after midnight, and I had to get up at 5:30 am to feed Isabella, make my own breakfast, and get ready for work. Even though I’m drinking a strong cup of tea as I type this, I’m still not fully awake. I hope taking a shower will help wake me up because it’s going to be a long day of meetings and catching up. In other words, it’s going to be a very busy day.

Today is another work from home day. I’m really glad I’m not expected to work in person until Monday. It should be a fairly easy day unless something changes. I’ll answer some emails, send a few, and then monitor any emails that come in. I have a little bit of research to do, but that shouldn’t be too bad. Monday will be a busy day. I have a few meetings and I have to prepare for a class I’ll be teaching on Thursday, but that is really just adapting a class I’ve taught numerous times before. 

I hope everyone has a great weekend.

As my vacation continues, I plan to do nothing today. I don’t plan to go anywhere or do anything. I’ll probably turn on the tv as background noise, but there really isn’t anything I’m dying to watch. I may get a burst of energy at some point, but it doesn’t feel likely at this point. I had a hard time waking up this morning, even though I went to bed early last night. Isabella even gave up trying to wake me up. I finally did get up, fed her, and made my breakfast. I just want to take it easy today.

Ringing in the new year with friends at New Queers Eve was a lot of fun, but I got home and in bed just after 1:30 am. Having now fed Isabella, I’m going back to bed.

Happy New Year!

One of the things I enjoy about living in Vermont and 1200 miles away from my family is that I can actually go out with friends and celebrate the ringing in of the new year. When in Vermont, a friend and I often go to New Queers Eve in Burlington. NQE is a mixture of drag and burlesque with a champagne toast at midnight. It’s a fun time, even if I’m not a big fan of burlesque. I don’t think I’d mind if more men were part of burlesque, but women in burlesque just isn’t my thing for obvious reasons. However, in Vermont drag and burlesque are often part of the same events, but I digress. It will be a fun night, nonetheless, and maybe there will be a guy who gives me a midnight kiss.

I just have to figure out what to wear. I’d considered wearing a nice shirt, maybe one in a silver/gray (something with a little shine/glimmer), and a nice pair of black pants. While that may still be what I wear, if I can decide on the right shirt, it’s supposed to be a cold night, so I’m also considering a black and gray sweater. My only concern is that the venue for NQE is likely to be very crowded and most likely overheated. Vermonters may not believe in air conditioners, they sure as hell believe in heat, which is understandable but can also be overwhelming. (The South is the opposite: often not enough heat when needed in winter and excessive air-conditioning in the summer). Again, I digress. Decisions, decisions.,,