I never thought that McDonald’s would turn into my place of quiet and retreat, but that seems to be the way things are turning out. For the present, at least. There are times, by the end of the day, when you just want to go somewhere quiet and cool, to relax and just enjoy your evening of freedom. But my room is on the second floor, summer is approaching (but feels like it’s already arrived), and the AC guy didn’t show up, last week.
This week, he’s supposed to come on Wednesday, and install my room’s air conditioner, and I’m counting down until my AC arrives. I love being able to relax, sit at my desk, and catch up on e-mail and blogging. Or sit and read a book. But when your room is regularly around 85-90° Fahrenheit, you can’t really relax.
I think my sojourns to Mickey D’s began when I had lost my appetite for a week or two. Nothing against Maccas’ food, but this meant that I wasn’t going to Bogey’s for my favorite potato wedges with sour cream and sweet chili. I couldn’t eat them, so I didn’t want to go there for coffee, knowing I couldn’t have my favorite meal. But the McCafe has some pretty good mochas, as well as some good selections of muffins, cake, and scones. And they’re well air-conditioned, so I can get my coffee and go read quietly in a corner for a while.
Maybe you think this sounds pretty sad, that I have to go there to “get away”, but I think everyone has these times, and the heat just put me a little over the edge. Well, the heat, which causes me to sweat, and the rash I got from an allergic reaction to medication… let’s just say that if you’re sweating, then you’re itching and you want to scratch like insanity. Yeah, I know it sounds lovely, but that’s where the heat sent me, and why I had to run to McD’s. By this Wed, I shouldn’t have that necessity anymore, I hope, with both rash cleared up and AC installed. Life will thenceforth be perfect. : )
So, for anyone wondering why my blog posts have hit a lull, it isn’t because I’m so sick that I can’t write. It’s because I’ve hit a lull, mentally, just for the time being. Not that I don’t have things to write about. I think that if you blog, you spend a little bit of your time worrying about what people think of you, especially when they know you personally AND read your blog. I know, it’s silly, but it DOES crop up, now and then, so I’ve got to push through it.
Also, there are days when you force yourself to write, and you hate everything you write, even when you’re telling yourself that it’s good for you. For the last month or so, I’ve been working at having a post up, every single day, and I was enjoying the challenge and the excitement in looking for something to write about. Paying attention to life around me, the little things and the big things. Telling myself that there’s always something to write about, you just have to look for it.
And then I wasn’t feeling well and had to go to the doctor and pay several arms and legs for blood tests. No, I don’t have travel insurance, and no, I can’t use my health savings account from the U.S., while I’m over here. But yes, I’m earning enough to pay for it, so I really shouldn’t be whining, it’s just frustrating.
But with little or no energy at the end of the day, I finally had to tell myself that it really WAS okay to not post every single day. It just about killed me to see my stats page with no blog post listed by each bar. But I had nothing to write and no energy to write, on some of those days, so I had to keep reminding myself that it’s allowed. No law says I have to write every day.
So, pardon me for all the rambling. But for my regular readers, please understand that I am on the mend, and I badly want to be writing almost every day. I just need to let my head get a little less chaotic. So, for now, I’ll probably be posting every 2-4 days, though I’d rather the gaps were smaller.
And just to make you feel better about me being my normal bookish self, I just finished reading the Tomorrow Series, by John Marsden, I’ve started the Circle of Magic series, by Tamora Pierce. Along with that, I still have a couple of books that I bought at the book store to work through, along with a copy of A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle, and Here, There Be Dragons, by James A. Owen, on my Kindle. I’ve read both of those before, but I have little recollection of what the former was about, despite it being a Newbery Medal Award book, and I only read it a few years ago. And I’m longing to start at the beginning of Owen’s Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica series, so I can follow the adventures of Lewis, Tolkien, and Williams from the beginning, once more.