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excitement intensifies?
Aug. 21st, 2019 09:58 pmI have been so busy again, and anxious, and trying to find the new rhythm of my days now that school has started, and of course both the children are over-tired and stressed as they find the rhythm of their days. I have a volunteer committment Saturday, but after that it will be more of a weekend, and then Sunday is going to be hot so we will make a family trip to the water park to enjoy it before the season ends.
My sleep has been poor, despite better bedtime habits; I seem to wake up once in the night, between 2 and 5, and am awake for 30 minutes or an hour before falling back asleep -- it is at least better than the previous 5:30 waking, since I do usually manage to sleep more in the night. I suppose if I went to bed earlier I could simply have two sleeps as a medieval person might and do something peaceful in the time between; this somewhat appeals to my antiquarian streak but seems difficult to enact in the world as it is. I must do something, though, as it is impacting my mood very negatively and I do not want to carry this low-level depression with me through the weeks and months, especially if the waking is perimenopausal and thus likely to continue for some time.
I have not had much attention for shows with narrative (books are another story), so I have been watching Chef and My Fridge in which refrigerators of Korean celebrities are brought to a television studio and then chefs must use the ingredients in them to cook for the celebrities -- so a mix of variety show (bad jokes, playful teasing of the celebrities and the chefs) and cooking competition. It does not quite make me laugh, but I appreciate the lightness of it and it is strange in some interesting ways. I love how the show itself captions shots of people, so there will be a shot of meat frying, then a shot of the celebrity smiling with the caption "excitement intensifies".
It is never my favourite month, August, it was always a very bad time in the long-ago past, but it is over halfway through, and it is perhaps harder again this year as early in September I have a volunteer committment I am truly dreading. But -- then it will be done until next year and I will breathe a sigh of relief and, I hope, look forward with a more joyful heart.
My sleep has been poor, despite better bedtime habits; I seem to wake up once in the night, between 2 and 5, and am awake for 30 minutes or an hour before falling back asleep -- it is at least better than the previous 5:30 waking, since I do usually manage to sleep more in the night. I suppose if I went to bed earlier I could simply have two sleeps as a medieval person might and do something peaceful in the time between; this somewhat appeals to my antiquarian streak but seems difficult to enact in the world as it is. I must do something, though, as it is impacting my mood very negatively and I do not want to carry this low-level depression with me through the weeks and months, especially if the waking is perimenopausal and thus likely to continue for some time.
I have not had much attention for shows with narrative (books are another story), so I have been watching Chef and My Fridge in which refrigerators of Korean celebrities are brought to a television studio and then chefs must use the ingredients in them to cook for the celebrities -- so a mix of variety show (bad jokes, playful teasing of the celebrities and the chefs) and cooking competition. It does not quite make me laugh, but I appreciate the lightness of it and it is strange in some interesting ways. I love how the show itself captions shots of people, so there will be a shot of meat frying, then a shot of the celebrity smiling with the caption "excitement intensifies".
It is never my favourite month, August, it was always a very bad time in the long-ago past, but it is over halfway through, and it is perhaps harder again this year as early in September I have a volunteer committment I am truly dreading. But -- then it will be done until next year and I will breathe a sigh of relief and, I hope, look forward with a more joyful heart.
