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Very very tired for some reason. Went to pool yesterday, swam 200 meters - not much, but it's the first real exercise I've had in ages, so it may have contributed. Had birthday breakfast. Rey gave me books of "The Talented Mr. Ripley" and "Ripley's Game", which have been meaning to get hold of for ages, so will be reading those. Dog-Or gave me a 3-D puzzle, my very own two-foot-high Orthanc.
Then Rey headed off for work, while I minded Ratboy and worked on tower. Asked Ratboy to do his homework...
( Homework. )
Then, just as we were about to take the dog for a good long walk, my mother called. Five seconds of "happy birthday", and nearly an hour of "why isn't the house sold yet? You're going to starve in poverty if you don't sell the house soon." She spent years predicting doom and gloom for my PhD, and the moment I finished it she fixated on this issue instead; sometimes I think she uses anxiety to hold herself together. All of which made for a lot of "I'm glad to hear from you now can we talk about something else?" and threw dinner plans out of whack.
Have been getting into habit of staying up waiting for Rey to come home before I go to bed. Frustrating: if I do this, I get to bed much too late (because once she gets home I want to spend time with her, not go straight off to bed), and if I don't do it I don't see very much of my wife. I can live with this night-shift, but it's a nuisance, and I'll have to start being stricter with myself about bedtime. So, sat up almost-finishing puzzle, and getting tired and making stupid mistakes which required large amounts of undoing.
Then went to bed, and had a dream about a six-inch spider sitting on my arm. I seem to dream of spiders when tired and stressed - when I was writing up my thesis, I'd wake up in the middle of the night seeing funnelwebs crawling up the bedroom walls. I can't think of anything major I'm stressed about, just a whole bunch of little things, but I'll take the hint and get an early night tonight.
It's only Monday, and already I need a weekend...
Then Rey headed off for work, while I minded Ratboy and worked on tower. Asked Ratboy to do his homework...
( Homework. )
Then, just as we were about to take the dog for a good long walk, my mother called. Five seconds of "happy birthday", and nearly an hour of "why isn't the house sold yet? You're going to starve in poverty if you don't sell the house soon." She spent years predicting doom and gloom for my PhD, and the moment I finished it she fixated on this issue instead; sometimes I think she uses anxiety to hold herself together. All of which made for a lot of "I'm glad to hear from you now can we talk about something else?" and threw dinner plans out of whack.
Have been getting into habit of staying up waiting for Rey to come home before I go to bed. Frustrating: if I do this, I get to bed much too late (because once she gets home I want to spend time with her, not go straight off to bed), and if I don't do it I don't see very much of my wife. I can live with this night-shift, but it's a nuisance, and I'll have to start being stricter with myself about bedtime. So, sat up almost-finishing puzzle, and getting tired and making stupid mistakes which required large amounts of undoing.
Then went to bed, and had a dream about a six-inch spider sitting on my arm. I seem to dream of spiders when tired and stressed - when I was writing up my thesis, I'd wake up in the middle of the night seeing funnelwebs crawling up the bedroom walls. I can't think of anything major I'm stressed about, just a whole bunch of little things, but I'll take the hint and get an early night tonight.
It's only Monday, and already I need a weekend...
