Metamorphosis

I've learned the trick to avoiding the pain of "springing forward":  contract a stomach virus that makes it impossible for you to function for about 72 hours.  You'll miss the entire adjustment period on account of not moving from your bed.

Actual picture of me while sick.

I don't remember the last time I was so sick.  I woke up early last Saturday morning to the immediate recognition that something was very, very wrong, and seven days later, I'm still not 100% right.  (I know this because I haven't had any alcohol in the past week and even though it's Friday afternoon and any normal, rational person would be reaching for a beer right now, the thought is making me a little queasy.)  (Mind you, feeling a little queasy did not actually stop me from getting a beer; I'm just saying it doesn't taste very good and I think I might - blasphemy - pour the rest of it out.)

So there's that.

There is also the job, which I just finished my third week of.  You know, one of the major reasons I originally started blogging was because I craved an outlet to discuss my coworkers at my last full-time job.  There's not a cold chance in hell I could get away with that this time around, but I'm remembering anew where that inclination came from...

I've been so busy at work that I only just this afternoon had a few moments to start decorating my cubicle.  My life is filled with meetings these days.  Meetings and acronyms.  And I didn't go to Breakaway last night (because I still was feeling too weak).  And there's a 12-pack of Bud Light in my fridge that's well over 12 days old.  Praise the sweet baby Jesus I have such a secure sense of who I am because in many ways, the life I'm living right now is unrecognizable to me.

But it's okay - I'm okay, and I will be even more okay once I feel like myself again.  And maybe that is the essence of adulthood right there: seeing everything change - right down to time itself! - and not having it affect you too much one way or the other.

:)