brain fog
Got home, fed the animals, put the dogs into their kennel, and walked into the house. Ignored the messy kitchen and disorganized dining/living area, and instead headed straight for the cardboard recycling corner. The goal: break down all the boxes, and ready them for taking to the recycling center. The outcome: before touching a single box, the brain came to a full stop.
No. No way. Nothing was going to get done. I can usually plow through anything, and I suppose I could have forced the issue, but something inside felt like it would snap if I did so. Instead, I closed the curtains, ignored the internal klaxon shrieks of “gotta get stuff done!” and went to bed.
Tonight’s drive into work was foggy, in the tule fog sort of way where you’re lucky to see 20 feet ahead of your vehicle. An apt metaphor for how my brain is feeling at the moment. Grateful for working a graveyard shift, where not much more is needed than being a warm body and eyes open for alarms. Will do my best to rest the brain in that tule fog, in hopes that after a day of rest, the fog will lift and I can get back to getting stuff done.
