Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Where is the sun?

I'm dying. No. I'm living. But I'm dying without the sun. I need to go to the beach.

Chain me to the wall! Take me to the beach!


Here we are last year in Belize. This is my kind of heaven. Except that we are in the shade -- but that's only because we are taking a sun break, which is important to do.

Yesterday during our staff meeting at work, the head of my department called me out on looking tired. Or perhaps disengaged? Ugh. This was the 2nd staff meeting in a row that this has happened. I think I need to work on my I-am-very-interested-in-what-you-are-saying face. The sad part is that I really was trying to pay attention. Cleary, it was a failure.

This week has proven to be impossibly hard to get out of bed. And even when I finally do, I am in some kind of zombie land for several hours. This song pretty much sums up the feeling, including the tie-dye desert look.

I repeat,

Take me to the beach! Mayday!

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