I feel like this GI flare-up is never going to end. I’m so weak and tired because I can’t eat. The weekend was nice, though, and this morning I was ready to dig back into work. I can’t wait to knock out this four-day work week (fingers crossed, that is) and have two full weeks off. I worked for a while on video tutorial prep and an article on chat marketing; then I wrote a blog post about whether dogs can eat bananas.
At 1:00 I got up from the couch, practiced voice, and made myself an almond milk/banana/peanut butter/honey smoothie, which is about the only thing I can stomach right now. (I gave Sophie a mini smoothie too, because yes, dogs CAN eat bananas.) Then it was back to work, this time on the dating apps piece. I find I’m always way more productive at the house than at my apartment (which is funny, because a quiet environment and increased productivity was something I was looking forward to before moving out).
My parents got home mid-afternoon and I took about an hour and a half break from work to sing some more, sit around, etc. Then I headed home, where the kitty was very happy to see me; I filmed a video tutorial, did a little marketing, and cried at this video. Christmas break is so close I can taste it…
In the evening I took a shower and then the kitty and I got in bed for some reading time. I finished Wildflowers of Terezin and started Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America.