everything feeds process

Today was a difficult day to capture in pictures. It was also just a difficult day.  I spent all of last night awake, when I should have been sleeping.  After tossing and turning for a few hours in bed, I surrendered and occupied myself while the rest of the house slept.  Every so often, I tried to go back to sleep, failed, and took on another activity.

At work, I was in that watery haze that follows a night of no sleep.  I was tender and tired, but I powered through my shift and left early. (I was lucky that my schedule and boss allowed this flexibility.) Then, I immediately took a two-hour nap.  I also didn’t take any pictures until after I woke up at 5:00 PM.

I could have taken pictures of the peppermint bark and espresso bark I ate with lunch. I could have taken pictures of the furry fluorescent pink bathrobe that I’ve spent the evening wearing. I could have taken pictures of the 60 feet of bare cement that I traversed on my crutches successfully — my longest outdoor excursion since surgery. I could have taken pictures of my husband picking me up from work, the most welcome site of my afternoon.  But I didn’t do any of that, because I was just too foggy and tired.

Instead, I offer the two really good things from my day that I could capture in pictures: the sourdough toast drizzled with olive oil that I ate with dinner and Weetzie, my cat, napping on my husband’s chair. And now, I’m off to fall asleep (hopefully) again.

Today was my first real day back at work. After two weeks puttering around the house, this was a big shift for me.  My time was no longer mine, to spend and while away as I pleased. Instead, even with a long work day, I felt like I barely had enough time to finish the necessary tasks.  Between the busy-ness of the day and my reliance of crutches, I found myself more desk bound than I’ve become accustomed to in recent weeks. I did everything – work and breaks – at my desk.  As you can see above, my breaks included a breakfast bagel and a lunch with mandarin oranges.

D0n’t get me wrong – I like this pace and I choose it in most of my jobs. I’m not the type of girl who can punch in and punch out at the appointed times.  I just think that it will take some adjusting to remember what it’s like to eat breakfast and lunch at my desk.