Got in past 8:30pm again last night, third time this week, and by the time I’ve eaten there’s maybe half an hour left before I can’t keep my eyes open. The evening routine I keep telling myself I’ll stick to doesn’t happen most nights. It’s the commute, I think, 90 minutes each way wears a person down more than I expected at my age, I suppose.
Started some short run-walk sessions on the trail near the house a few weeks back, thought it might help with the stress and sleep too. And it has, some. But my skin doesn’t love it, the sweat and the rubbing against my clothes leaves my arms and neck raw by the time I get home, and then I’m too worn out to do anything about it properly, so it just sits there overnight.
Woke up scratching at 9am this morning, a Sunday, nowhere I needed to be, just lying there scratching before I’d even opened my eyes.
On top of that I’ve been going back and forth on whether to break one of my CDs early. There’s a penalty and I’d lose the interest built up, but some days I don’t have it in me to think it through properly. Tired in every direction at once, I suppose, if that makes sense.
Some of you carry heavier things than this, so it feels almost silly putting it into words, but there it is. My case might be different. That’s just where things sit for me right now.