rosaw | busy busy busy (Reply)

I cannot believe how busy I am. It's icky. To the good, one more chapter draft completed. Also completed, the syllabus for class that begins today. To the less good, the lecture for the other class that meets today is in a very drafty format and I have very limited time to complete it. To the bad, I haven't been sleeping well. Nightmares dominate my sleep cycles and they're not your run of the mill chased by mysterious strangers or drowning in the sea of sharks nightmares either. (I don't really mind drowning dreams because I am a strong swimmer and I can usually console myself after those nightmares. So my subconscious needs to undermine me in other, more debilitating ways.) No, these dreams are much more sinister and humiliating. To give myself a break from the dreams and try to give my mind other images to focus on, I went climbing with a friend this past weekend. We went to Hanger 18 and I did my first climbs. This is really, really fun. So yesterday afternoon, my climbing friend, who is significantly busier than I am, said "climbing?" and I responded "climb on." It is great fun. I feel so strong and confident, climbing up that wall. It's hard to have a hobby that requires two people and then have no one to go with you, which is how I got into going on Sunday in the first place. But in addition to adding to my boogie-board karma for next summer, it is fun to strap on that harness and pull myself up that wall. I thought being tired and sore from two hours of climbing and belaying would guarantee me better sleep but that was not to be. So I'm off for a very busy and stressful day without enough sleep. Tonight may require stronger measures (eyes tylenol pm grumpily). Right now coffee coffee and more coffee.