Now It Is Later

It has been a long time since I wrote, and I have been running around a lot. There've been some changes so now it's time to turn and face the strange. Some of the strange is the new view out my window; this new apartment is treating me pretty well even though it is just as easy to procrastinate here as it was in the old one. My kitchen is tiny and three of the buttons on the microwave don't work. My lamp is broken. None of that really matters, though. I like it here anyway.

Work is okay. It has been really really quiet this week, and I can't decide whether that's because there is stuff I should be doing and haven't done, or whether there is actually nothing to do. Nevertheless, it is totally fine that it's quiet because I am still sick and having serious trouble focusing and working. At least I can sleep again since the asthma meds kicked in a few days ago; that's been really helpful. Few experiences are more frustrating than lying in bed for hours, exhausted, and being repeatedly forced into wakefulness by coughing.

Yesterday I had a meltdown over the mini-thesis, no doubt the first of many. It is not going to be fun, but then if it were supposed to be fun they would call it a "funwrite" or something. Anyway, I have help from various quarters, including my fabulous and sensible Mom. Psychological/academic help is just one of the reasons she deserves a very happy Mothers' Day and a daughter who sends her extravagant presents and sends them on time instead of laming out and bringing them in her carry-on luggage two weeks late.

In fairness, I have been busy singing to bring joy to the masses etc. The choir had a spring concert that went off much better than we were afraid it would. Our new conductor has some seriously interesting taste in music; there were at least three songs that I super-hated the first time we sang them, but grew to enjoy performing. He has also, unprecedentedly, accompanied us down the pub after rehearsal! To think that anyone would want to see us more after dealing with our shenanigans for two hours of rehearsal...

The capoeira people, whom I have seen four days this past week, are awesome too. It is very nice, because they are fun and have similar interests to mine (well, one similar interest at least). You can never have too many friends really. Yesterday we played in public, right next to Oregano's in the Market, which was a big first for me. I don't think I bore up very well under the pressure, frankly. But we beginners reassured ourselves by saying that people doing their Saturday shopping don't know what capoeira is supposed to look like so the vast gulf in skills in between us and the advanced students probably doesn't look quite so huge.

Suuuuuure.

Anyway, that's all I have for now. I have to get back to my reading here. It's been a packed couple of weeks, and hopefully my body will stop punishing me for that pretty soon. It is still pretty revolting being me just now, though - I have just bought a six-pack of tissue boxes in case the next two weeks are anything like the last three. Gross.