Dragging My Ass 100522

Up this morning, the alarms were set thusly:

4am, 4:14am, 4:30am, 5am, 5:15am, 5:30am

At the 5:30 am alarm, I snooze till 5:45 am.

5:45 am, I give up and go have a smoke and a cup of coffee out in my smoking corner on the back patio.

It is overcast and cold, and I need to shake it off and get into the city.

My intent was to be in the office by 7 am, but I feel sick, and the thought of going into the city makes me more exhausted still.

I go back in, and I send an email to my bosses that I am moving slowly and that I will be in around 10 am.

I fall back to sleep till 7:30 am. I get up again and have another coffee and smoke.

I lay back in bed, and I don’t think I can do it. Don’t think I can make it into the city.

I look so rough.

The alarm rings at 8:30 am; I make myself shower.

I dress in jeans and my boots and a blue shirt and a large sort of camo-looking flack jacket. I look like a businesswoman on safari.

My hair is wild and down. . .I think at least it makes me look healthy.

The house next door is a never-ending construction site, and at 9 am, there are already trees being torn down and shredded, and there are LEAF BLOWERS.

This town is now the land of the leaf blowers. Never-ending fucking leaf blowers.