I had some really vivid dreams last night. Not that it's any different from any other night. But one of the moments in last night's dream that stands out clearly is I was going to have two whole weeks off. Meaning, no work. No obligations. No extra dogs. No running around. No reason to have to get up in the morning.
It was such a freeing feeling. Mostly because it wasn't going to affect my income.
Sadly I woke up realizing I have to go to work today, and tomorrow, and all next week. It's pretty clear to me that I need some major down time. I feel out of sorts in my room. Things are functional but they're just not warm yet. I get distracted. I allow it. I like it. But then I come back here and remember how unfinished things feel.
My bed has suddenly become uncomfortable. I tossed and turned all night. My lower back is sore - really sore. I couldn't find a comfortable spot to sleep in. The sun rises on my side of the apartment. Until my shades arrive, I have to strategically hide from the three inches of blinding sunlight that blaze through the useless vertical blinds - a direct shot to my eyes every morning. I was so fed up this morning that I put eyeshades on - reminiscent of a lush with a hangover. They worked well. I would've slept longer if my back hadn't been so sore.
I think it's time for a new bed. Not yet. Can't afford it. But it could be my next major purchase. Maybe this fall. But first, baby needs a new pair of shoes. Well, actually she needs to see the vet. She's scratching her paws too. Yes, I realize that statement implies I have paws. Ah well. It just sounded more weird to say she's scratching her hands. Either way, she's scratching. I'm scratching. It's all one big itch!
My hands seem to be getting a little better. It's still difficult to tell. I have a couple of more days to go on the antibiotics. I don't notice any new bumps. The old ones seem to be drying up and fading away. Some are cracking because they're located on the joints. Fingers are still swollen and rough. I can't wear jewelry because they're just so ugly I don't want to draw attention to them. Sad because I like my hands.
OK, so I just cleaned the kitchen a bit and totally realized why my place isn't as organized as I'd like. I've been in way too much pain and discomfort to really do things the way I want. My hands must be healing. It felt good to be in the kitchen.