November has been a month of turkey for me. And I’m not talking about the Thanksgiving kind of turkey. As an introvert, I thought the isolation of self-quarantine wouldn’t bother me. I was wrong. It has. And like one gets after eating turkey, I’ve been lethargic. But now, I’m done eating turkey.
It started in October. My focus wasn’t there. Everything took twice as long as usual. And after a while, I wasn’t giving my work, my world, the time it needed. I didn’t have the energy or the desire to work hard.
The special project got put on a back burner through inaction.
Beyond that, not much has happened in the Making department.
Welp. This area fell by the wayside, too. I failed to put out an October newsletter. I’m not sure why the newsletter is the thing I keep “forgetting.” I’m working on getting better about that.
With a lot of help from my son and his family, we raked leaves out of my gigantic yard. I am very grateful for their help.
I made a Thanksgiving dinner for two. And the two of us enjoyed our quiet day.
And I received a video of my youngest grandson taking his first steps. Wish I could have been there, but the video helped make the day.
And after too long a time, I got both my Yorkies groomed. At least the first trim. They still need baths and a clean up trim.
I am done eating turkey and getting bupkis done. The pandemic will go on for months more. Not functioning well during the next six months or longer isn’t an option.
Sleep. I had been getting little sleep each night because I woke at every single little noise. I invested in earplugs. And that has been key to me getting more sleep. And my focus back.
Yup. I’m done eating turkey. The list of things I need to catch up on is formidable. But so am I.