On Hold
As the week draws to a close (well, at least my week does), I’m feeling hopeful, anxious, sleepy, full of energy, and last but not least, kind of nauseated. I feel like I’m treading on eggshells, hoping not to jinx myself, then letting myself know that there’s no such thing as jinxing myself–I can only jinx the Red Wings during the Stanley Cup playoffs. I’m wishing the week were over already, but also hoping that there’s enough time in the week to actually lay to rest the above feelings. Alas, who knows what will happen, and if I’m not being vague enough in this last paragraph, I have not done my job.
For now, though, I do have quite a few things to do, like send back e-mails and make plans. A friend wants to get together a week from Friday; another friend wants to get together so we can go see a mutual friend’s new twins. I have quite a bit to do here at home (work doesn’t count), but I feel less than motivated given the boiling, roiling mood swings I’m experiencing. No, I am most decidedly not pregnant, by the way. However, the busier I am, the less I think, and we all know that is a good thing. As my friend L likes to say, don’t think, that can hurt.
But oof, I hate waiting.
