The winter of my discontent

Work has been pretty slow lately and what I’ve realized is that I can do go or I can do stop.  I don’t do the in-between very well, the time when I have to go but I don’t have a lot pushing me and I can’t stop because – that part I’m not sure about.  Stopping would be nice, but there have to be tasks completed and goals reached before that is allowed.

I have a lot of rules for myself and, oddly, I’m not sure what they all are.  And when I get to the bottom of my boredom, these unwritten rules become impossible to follow.

I feel like my cat trying to explain quantum physics when all I really want to do is take a nap and, maybe, hawk up a hairball.  Or a person who decided to blog today, but has no idea what to say.

On the bright side, the weather has slightly improved and there is even some hope that all this snow will melt eventually, even if it won’t be this weekend because it’s supposed to get really cold again.  I would never say this to my husband, but I might actually be getting used to the cold – or at least the misery of it.  Yesterday I didn’t even wear any longjohns, which felt like a triumph of some kind.

I know things will pick up and then I’ll be complaining about how much I have to do and how busy busy busy I am, because being busy is a virtue, I suppose.  I’d much rather complain about that but, if I don’t have that to complain about, rest assured that I will find something else.

I have some clients today and it will be nice to focus on someone else for a change.  Too much time to focus on the wild thoughts in my own head leads to craziness.  Oops, just got a cancellation.

Damn.

Well, I have one client at least.  Glass half full and all that.