I like winter. I like winter rather a lot. You know that annoying person in February who is still thrilled that things are cold and the snow is here? Yeah, I’m that person. I tend to be more productive in the cold weather, and I also tend to move better. But every now and again, I have moods where I should really like to be on a quiet beach somewhere with sunshine and a book.
This whole week has been one of those moods.
Generally speaking, my beach moods tend to show up when I’ve been doing too much and my brain needs to unwind by doing nothing for a long period of time. Either my thoughts are moving too quickly, or there’s just too much on my to-do list.
However, I did just have a vacation at the end of 2020, so I should be recharged. Why am I not, then? Because of several reasons.
The primary reason is that I have been having an annoying time this week with fatigue. It is a symptom of my autoimmune issues and it basically means that I can get as much sleep as I like, I will still feel like I’m swimming through jello. Some days are worse than others, and most of the time I can just push it aside with well-timed cups of tea and a copious amount of chocolate. This week, that has not worked. I don’t know why, but the fatigue levels have been much higher this week. With everything moving sluggishly as a result, I would be more than happy to lie on a beach somewhere and relax.
So here’s the thing, though. I have absolutely no intention of going to a beach anytime soon. First off, there’s a pandemic on. I won’t be going anywhere until at least the summer, and that will be just a moving of house. That leaves me with a couple of options:
- I could take some more time off – This is not really a viable option as I have book reviews and such to prepare, and I don’t want to get behind in my Million Words Challenge (which is going pretty well, actually). I have plans for most of June to be free, so I will just shuffle along until then.
- I could knock off a little early this week – This is probably the more likely option. It means that some of my to-do list stuff will get pushed to next week, but that’s actually just fine, as I have accomplished most of what I set out to do this week. I have a few things to sort out, but otherwise, I am on track.
What I think I will probably do, though, is go prepare a hot chocolate, turn on the fireplace (yay, gas inserts!) and snuggle down with a book, a blanket and a cat. Give me a couple of hours, and I should be back to loving winter again. Because, really, you don’t do blankets at the beach, and that’s just a little sad.
It’s the little things that make my day, and I can think of few things better than an afternoon of reading a book by a fire.