Weekending
Jan. 30th, 2022 08:03 pmI woke up yesterday feeling utterly depressed, and dragged myself out for a walk in the hope that being outside would reset my brain a bit.
The light was amazing, and being outside definitely helped, but it turned out to be a bit more walking than I was really up to; the last mile home was a struggle and I spent the afternoon slumped on the sofa watching Encanto (which is utterly charming) and then attempting the 2012 film of Les Misérables (which I gave up after an hour, because if you're going to film a musical, you really need to cast people who can actually sing, and then have them sing, rather than just kind of muttering their way through it, and one Good Tune in an hour is not enough to keep me watching a saga of misery and deprivation) while reading Sandman.
Today I did the Big Garden Birdwatch, during which, as is traditional, I saw far fewer birds than I would normally do in any given hour. And then I decided to invest my remaining spoons for the day on tackling two weeks' worth of ironing (I never used to iron things, but it turns out that me-made clothes in 100% cotton need it), despite the fact that I have been wearing the same dungarees and cardigan on seven of the last nine days (and on one of the other two I didn't actually get out of pyjamas) before returning to the sofa and watching Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga on![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nineveh_uk's recommendation.
I am tired, and sad that it is Sunday evening already. I'm going to work from home tomorrow because I don't want to try to go to the office and find out that the journey has wiped me out before I even start (and I'm not particularly keen to spend more time on the bus to minimise walking, given the end of the mask mandate last week), but I still feel pretty gloomy about the prospect.
The light was amazing, and being outside definitely helped, but it turned out to be a bit more walking than I was really up to; the last mile home was a struggle and I spent the afternoon slumped on the sofa watching Encanto (which is utterly charming) and then attempting the 2012 film of Les Misérables (which I gave up after an hour, because if you're going to film a musical, you really need to cast people who can actually sing, and then have them sing, rather than just kind of muttering their way through it, and one Good Tune in an hour is not enough to keep me watching a saga of misery and deprivation) while reading Sandman.
Today I did the Big Garden Birdwatch, during which, as is traditional, I saw far fewer birds than I would normally do in any given hour. And then I decided to invest my remaining spoons for the day on tackling two weeks' worth of ironing (I never used to iron things, but it turns out that me-made clothes in 100% cotton need it), despite the fact that I have been wearing the same dungarees and cardigan on seven of the last nine days (and on one of the other two I didn't actually get out of pyjamas) before returning to the sofa and watching Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga on
nineveh_uk's recommendation.I am tired, and sad that it is Sunday evening already. I'm going to work from home tomorrow because I don't want to try to go to the office and find out that the journey has wiped me out before I even start (and I'm not particularly keen to spend more time on the bus to minimise walking, given the end of the mask mandate last week), but I still feel pretty gloomy about the prospect.
