Turning year.
Nov. 24th, 2006 02:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bladesparkTurkey day has been and gone, and I had no turkey.
But the turkey will come tomorrow, so all is good! (Because of JJ's parents' business, they and he have had to work like mad people these last few days, to get a week's worth of things done in three days, and thus no pies were baked, nor rolls, nor anything prepped on Wednesday, and if you want a proper Thanksgiving you must do those things the day before. Thus, those things were done today, and the feast shall be tomorrow.)
This time is the time of climbing darkness. I used to like that. I'm a night owl by nature, and by choice as well. Dark has always felt like home to me. The night was my time, when nobody would bother me or expect anything of me. Day was for chores and school and work and duty, but night was my own, and the lengthening of night somehow cheered me up. I liked the lengthening of day too, my birthday is the longest day, and I always felt that was somehow special. But night was special in a private, personal sort of way. Day was for public celebration, the night for private rejoicing.
I still do like the night, but I'm no longer so happy about this time of year. Because now this is also the time of coming 'round of awful anniversaries. The anniversary of my hurtful parting of ways with Chris, the anniversary of my accident, and of the first of my emotional problems in FLEET that eventually led to my leaving that august organization. (Can I call FLEET august?) These all have passed or shall pass shortly, and it's all got me a little down. Add on being slightly stressed over my workload and my seeming inability to actually WORK sometimes, and my being a little sick, AND my sleeping ten hours a night and still having no energy, and really just now I'm very blah. Blahdeblahdeblah. Tomorrow will be a good day, and I might even actually take the day off completely and not sew, though that's just taking away from one stress pile and adding onto another, really. But relaxing is good, and I need to do it. I just need to work too.
Sorry if I mope all over any of you too much. I just have a lot of things on my mind just now, and most of them are kinda not happy things, I'm afraid.
But the turkey will come tomorrow, so all is good! (Because of JJ's parents' business, they and he have had to work like mad people these last few days, to get a week's worth of things done in three days, and thus no pies were baked, nor rolls, nor anything prepped on Wednesday, and if you want a proper Thanksgiving you must do those things the day before. Thus, those things were done today, and the feast shall be tomorrow.)
This time is the time of climbing darkness. I used to like that. I'm a night owl by nature, and by choice as well. Dark has always felt like home to me. The night was my time, when nobody would bother me or expect anything of me. Day was for chores and school and work and duty, but night was my own, and the lengthening of night somehow cheered me up. I liked the lengthening of day too, my birthday is the longest day, and I always felt that was somehow special. But night was special in a private, personal sort of way. Day was for public celebration, the night for private rejoicing.
I still do like the night, but I'm no longer so happy about this time of year. Because now this is also the time of coming 'round of awful anniversaries. The anniversary of my hurtful parting of ways with Chris, the anniversary of my accident, and of the first of my emotional problems in FLEET that eventually led to my leaving that august organization. (Can I call FLEET august?) These all have passed or shall pass shortly, and it's all got me a little down. Add on being slightly stressed over my workload and my seeming inability to actually WORK sometimes, and my being a little sick, AND my sleeping ten hours a night and still having no energy, and really just now I'm very blah. Blahdeblahdeblah. Tomorrow will be a good day, and I might even actually take the day off completely and not sew, though that's just taking away from one stress pile and adding onto another, really. But relaxing is good, and I need to do it. I just need to work too.
Sorry if I mope all over any of you too much. I just have a lot of things on my mind just now, and most of them are kinda not happy things, I'm afraid.
