flighty as a feather

yesterday i was bushwacked. i had stayed late to give a presentation to the board along with karim abdul jabbar. i was bushslapped before the clock even struck 4. being bushpunched in the guttock is not your normal tired. it's wiped. it's EXHAUSTED. it's paper stanely flat. been happening to me lately. i think this is what they call fatigue. diabetes fatigue? maybe. one saturday i was bushtrampled like this and i had to keep going to my bed to rest in oblivion before i had the energy to go on. sometimes on bushflattened days i draw versions of myself in various positions of exhausted repose in my planner. that's how i handle it.

anyways yesterday i didn't go to the hospital and after the presentation i came home, ate some kale salad and chicken pieces and retired to my bed to watch sanditon. and that's what i did.

karim and i have editorial spats while we are editing articles together. sometimes they erupt mount saint helens style and other times they fizzle into a capitulation and a laugh. that's how we work things out. there is a push and pull. usually he is on the side of excellence at all costs and i am on the side of 'we can work with this'. we are trying to get it done early because i'm taking time off for the birthday and i want to be done before i go. right now it doesn't look like we'll make it but  it's looked like that before. 

there are so many things to focus on in a single day at work. barb's birthday, editing the how to's that esther and stacey are doing, what's going on with our garden seedlings, saving, categorizing and uploading all the pics that come to me and uploading them to canva so mashood can make a photo grid. checking mashood's completed photo grid. trying to stem the tide of stacey's passion for order forms. following up on articles i'm still waiting for. sending articles back for changes. managing karim's moods around different trigger topics. today it was 'mindfulness is stupid'. making sure there are enough people going to the td bank financial literacy class. attending said class. talking to jimmy about socials and member issues. answering calls that are sent to me about everything and helping a new member fill out their forms. no wonder my focus is flighty.

today at the hospital ma n pops beet were quiet and subdued. dad lay with eyes closed and aunt elaine touque on. the tv isn't working. when he opened his eyes and noticed me he said "oh hi honey, you're here early." i told him i wasn't. his supper was sitting in front of him. any time mom or i would ask him if he was going to eat his supper he'd say "supper???" incredulously and close his eyes again. but eventually he started in on it. occasionally he'd stop and close his eyes, and then mom would get him going again by popping a big mouthful into his obedient open mouth. then came the costco sushi. uncle duncle went costco shopping for mom. "duncan has a hole on the top of his shoe," she told me gleefully.  i didn't know why this noteworthy let alone, amusing until she explained that it was a family trait. she also gets holes on the top of her shoes.  so do i. i guess i should be glad about it. 

we played some uno with a nice slippery new deck of cards and mom uncharacteristically smoked us. i left and drove home in the late evening light, ate some greek salad and tuna, had the missionary huddle, did some justin agoostin, and now i shall collapse onto my bed.