Lazy Sunday

It is a lazy Sunday, or at least that's how it's turning out. Which is a shame, because I doubled my antihistamine dose just so I'd have more energy today--or at least wouldn't pass out the way I did yesterday afternoon. And I didn't run out of steam so completely this morning the way I did last week on my way to tai chi. But I've still spent a lot of time on, well, yes, solitaire today, as well as watching West Wing episodes and, while I've also gotten some other stuff done, there's still that very long list of things I wanted to do yesterday that got carried over to today... and they're mostly not getting done today, either.

But tomorrow is another day, right? And today isn't over yet. And I did accomplish some things. Like, I had breakfast for a change, before going to tai chi. And I picked up a couple of things from Union Market (more muscat grapes!). I finished billing--unfortunately, there wasn't much to bill, it was very quiet last week. So, for a week in which I earned precious little money, I ended it by booking a plane trip to Florida to see my mother. I so very much don't want to go, but I need to for various reasons and I just bit the bullet. A friend has offered to front me the money, but the fare did drop somewhat again and I'd rather not owe it to him--I'd much rather take a bit longer to pay a couple of subcontractors and save my friend's generous offer for when I really need it. Which would presumably be when my stepfather or mother dies, since I'll have to go immediately and will probably require a "compassionate" fare, which is none-too-compassionate, really. Honestly, though, I shouldn't go, I've barely recovered financially from my holiday trip. I just don't see how I can put it off any longer and I will just have to buckle down again and save up for my next trip, later this year. Which will not be to Florida. It will be someplace: fun.

Anyway, I should start thinking about dinner. Pumpkin muffins will have to wait until tomorrow or the next day. As will potato latkes. Tonight, I'll make some more rice and the rest will be leftover Indian food.

I was just reading a short story and one of the two people in it looks at her life, at how she lives in a studio apartment, has no one over to visit, has no food in the house--basically, at how lonely she is. It hit home, a little. The thought had crossed my mind yesterday and again this morning that I could try calling my friend Louise to see if she had plans for today, maybe she'd like to get together--possibly even Tuesday, when the Botanic Garden is free. And I haven't done that. And I probably won't.

I wonder if I'm depressed. Nah. I'm just tired. Phooey.