I meant to go to work today, I really did, and
I woke up exhausted and aching a little, and started feeling anxious about what might happen if I went to work. How much could I do? Would I look like an idiot, showing them what I'm like when half asleep, non-competent, and pretty much useless? I might win points for diligence in turning up, but what use is a non-functioning brain?
I talked myself into going back to sleep instead of going to work... for better or worse.
I met
We dropped into After Stonewall, the local gay bookstore. Darien was there, an old friend from the Star Trek club, back when I was first introduced to slash fandom and K/S. She introduced me to a friend of hers, a photographer who had a bag full of swiss chard and carrots from her garden, and who promptly gave me my own bagful of fresh vegetables - taking pity on someone so newly out of the hospital, I guess. I was quite pleased, and promised to go to her photography exhibition, which happens to be next door to the place I work.
I walked home. It was hot and I was tired, but I think that on the whole, the exercise did me good. I visited Lil in the laundry room, then went with her to have a look at
Home, did some cooking for tomorrow because it's fannish night. Chatted on a couple of mailing lists, enjoying myself mightily. An idea for a Vorkosigan novel femslash story came to mind: must write it. (When? Will I be able to before it escapes me? I hope so.)
Feeling much better, in spirits and mental energy, after being tired and low for a couple of days.
Plan to face work tomorrow.