I Have Hit the Point Where I Want to Be Over the Recovery Hump, But It is Obvious I'm Not There Yet. This Drives Me Insane.

I was up. Wrote until 11 a.m., then went to get my haircut (Lord knows how much I love Jerry at Fade Factory. Nothing better than the moments after a fresh cut). I came home, Karal was full of energy, and I threw the ball to her for a while. 

But my body said, "That's enough for today. Go back to sleep."

I didn't listen. Instead I wrote until 3, then watched all the games in the Little League Series. Phew. That Gavin Weir is something else. What a phenomenon. 

But, my work was limited. My brain wanted to shut off and my body wanted to sleep. I don't know why I am so resistant to that. I've always been stubborn. And I definitely could get advice from Karal. She managed to go into a deep sleep in the afternoon and her snoring, dreaming, and facial expressions completely entertained me.

I did, however, teach myself a new online software program (I'm not sure what you call it, but I love it) and ate the leftovers in the fridge. I know, though, that Karal is two days without a walk, and she's used to my hour, to hour and a half trek, everyday. The guilt is riding high.

The squirt guns, too, have turned into a game where she plays James Bond and dives to catch the squirts. They still work to keep her from jumping, but she's smart enough to make play out of it. No longer does she jump, but she dives and leaps to avoid squirts (until she wants to drink from them).

I hate this time of year. The flies totally destroyed our garbage with their maggots (they are disgusting, vile creatures). 

And stupidly, I finished my night watching Dr. Phil after Big Brother.  I can't stand him, but he is a direct line to Oprah who was supposed to take me under her wing after I graduated college. Sort of sad she handed a baton to him. It is what it is. 

Okay, Thursday. I have a mound of work piling up. I sure hope my brain capacity returns today. And thank the Great Whatever I don't have Dr. Phil following me around. That would be the worst.