Yesterday, a little after getting home from work, I went over to the futon with the laptop and remained there, inert, for a couple hours. Most days, I would maybe go for a short run, or go for a walk with Magnum, or do a quick grocery run before a shower. Afterwards, maybe do a little sketching in the new sketchbook I bought for 12-year-old me. But not yesterday. Yesterday, I just felt like a potato.
I chalked it up to "Monday blahs" because Wednesdays are my Mondays, and left it at that. Today, I was talking with my coworker "Yaz". She and I had worked together yesterday too. She mentioned going home and laying around until about 6pm.
"At that point, I decided it was too late to do much else, so I just went to bed", according to Yaz.
She went on to say that her boyfriend woke her up in the middle of the night saying that she was "radiating a lot of heat". She responded by rearranging the quilt a bit and going back to sleep.
Both Yaz and I woke up feeling just fine this morning and had an uneventful work day. After I got home this afternoon, Magnum and I went for a typical little walk, and now here I am. But the events had Yaz and me wondering if something was up. Another of our coworkers left, feeling nauseous, shortly after coming into work yesterday. Yaz and I weren't nauseous at all, just felt like potatoes.
Magnum joked about one of the COVID vaccine conspiracies: we're being injected with something that will be activated when the evil oppressors activate a "kill switch". Yaz, me, and the nauseous coworker all got our COVID vaccines on the same days.
"Maybe they were testing the kill switch yesterday", obviously.
Anyway, I did get myself a little sketchbook a week or so ago to occupy my downtime. 12-year-old me got excited about new sketchbooks, and I realized 56-year-old me does too. Easily entertained, both of us.
the first 'break-in' sketch
the one after shoveling a bunch o' snow
4 comments:
Oh man, your drawings are so fabulous! I love your stuff!! and that is weird about feeling punk, all of you, same day ...dang, that is kind of spooky.
God you are good at drawing.
I can maybe, yes only maybe, make a stick figure.
Weird how that potato feeling happened to you.
That has been my MO for the last 4 months of this pandemic.
Then add the fact that I don't get any sleep some days at all and I'm a hot mess. :-)
I thought you were going to say you had covid. Glad that's not the case! I like the drawings. I used to love drawing shoes, now I just wear them.
Linda Sue, never did figure out the reason behind the potato-ness. Thankfully it hasn't returned.
Peggy, don't take this the wrong way, but I wish you'd get hit with a good dose of potato sleep at night!
LLC Joe, nope, pretty sure I don't have covid. I like drawing old shoes every now and then. Then I remember the laces are a pain.
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