Over the slump

I am feeling a lot better today than I did mid week last week. Maybe I was feeling a bit under the weather coupled with the stresses at work. I haven’t felt that low before but surely as the sun rises in the morning—at the moment it makes its appearance quite late—I got over the slump. It was really funny because the moment I felt slightly better I was as active as ever. In fact my staff said they preferred me being assertive and grouchy instead of quite and depressed. Haha!
Anyway over the weekend I did a bit of gardening—just clearing up the dead plants and surfing the net especially ebay! It’s like window shopping without the hassle of traffic. I just let my fingers do the clicking.
I should really be getting ready for my course next week. I have loads of reading to do. I swear going for my masters was a good idea at that time but it is sure hard work. It’ll be another scramble for my paper!
Work-wise it has been quite challenging. Actually it is not the work I get my knickers all in a twist but it’s trying to work with difficult people. I am glad I am no longer in that career frae of mind. My current job is a means to an end. It is not the end all and be all of my existence. It does not define me. Gosh I remembered in no so distant past that I defined myself according to my work. It was so transient though. I like things that are constant and reliable like the love of my husband and the loyalty of my dog. Speaking of the mongrel—the dog not the husband—I was looking around the storage space in the attic the other day when he managed to slink by me and ended up by the eaves. I couldn’t get near him because I didn’t want to disturb the insulation and didn’t want to risk going through the ceiling.
Anyway, after a lot of cajoling the mutt managed to extricate himself from the insulation and out in the room. I was really annoyed at him. He then spent the whole day lounging around. I wish I could sleep like him. I especially like it when he’s deep slumber and starts dreaming. First his ears and nose start twitching then his legs jerk like he’s running on air then makes this muffled bark “arf arf arf”. I often wonder what he’s dreaming of. Is he running after his nemesis the cat or is he running after sheep? Actually, Sam lets off a huge sigh before he settles down to sleep. I really envy him that way. I toss and turn before I even begin my 40 winks. Sleep is a major luxury as far as I am concerned.
I do not like my dreams though. They’re weird, disjointed and stressful. Who said dreams are relaxing???