This week has been exhausting on so many levels. I spent most of today sleeping or lying down or sitting. The only productive thing I did was sweep and mop the floors, and go out to buy snacks for a party I’m going to tomorrow.
Getting out of bed this morning was a struggle, and not just because I was out late last night.
Eventually, I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, got ready for the day ahead …and then went back to bed (for 30 mins? 45? maybe an hour?) to contemplate if I really did need to eat breakfast.
Of course, the answer was “yes”; I always eat breakfast. Plus, I had a vague craving for cheese on toast, and not because I was hungover, but because I needed comfort food. (I was not hungover.)
The only other significant thing I did today was start writing a letter to my friend who’s going to start driving down to Canberra tomorrow morning.
It’s been a long time since I felt this… ordinary (to put it lightly).
I will see her again in about three weeks.
It’s funny how the first 3.5 months of this year have gone by so quickly, but three weeks seems like a dreadfully long time.
And we’ve known each other for only about 3.5 years. “Only”. Because 3.5 years is not a long time, is it? Feels like we’ve known each other three times as long.