View of the library from my front door.
Yesterday was, as the saying goes, just one of those days. I couldn’t get going, couldn’t get anything accomplished. Um, I thought, “Maybe I’m supposed to learn to do nothing, and think that that’s by far the best way to live.” Now that would be a challenge, but I’m considering that it may be a worthwhile one.
Well, come to think of it, I did do something. I took the tick that I found lodged in my hip to my doctor. Yup, it’s tick season. Dr. B thought it was too big to be a “lyme disease tick.” She told me to look for a bull’s eye forming where the bite had been and to watch out for “flu like symptom.” With that, she sent the tick to the lab, and me to my home.
I don’t think that my lethargy had much to do with the tick experience. These kind of days happen to all of us from time to time. We have day to ourselves, and find that we can’t get going on anything. I didn’t feel lonely, sad, or purposeless. I just couldn't be my usually productive self. Sometimes on such days I take one of my field trips, which means I get out of the house and visit something new and different. Yesterday, however, I stayed home and read a novel, something I hardly ever do. Talk about simplicity!! It was one that I picked from the library because I like the picture on the cover. The story was easy to get into, the plot moved along, and if it dragged, I could speed read to the next incident.
Today my productive energy is back, although I think I’ll go back to the library and get another novel, just in case.
Well, come to think of it, I did do something. I took the tick that I found lodged in my hip to my doctor. Yup, it’s tick season. Dr. B thought it was too big to be a “lyme disease tick.” She told me to look for a bull’s eye forming where the bite had been and to watch out for “flu like symptom.” With that, she sent the tick to the lab, and me to my home.
I don’t think that my lethargy had much to do with the tick experience. These kind of days happen to all of us from time to time. We have day to ourselves, and find that we can’t get going on anything. I didn’t feel lonely, sad, or purposeless. I just couldn't be my usually productive self. Sometimes on such days I take one of my field trips, which means I get out of the house and visit something new and different. Yesterday, however, I stayed home and read a novel, something I hardly ever do. Talk about simplicity!! It was one that I picked from the library because I like the picture on the cover. The story was easy to get into, the plot moved along, and if it dragged, I could speed read to the next incident.
Today my productive energy is back, although I think I’ll go back to the library and get another novel, just in case.