Autumn

It's 6:45 a.m. and a beautiful morning.  What's not beautiful is I've been awake since 3:45.  Why?  Wish I knew.  This tends to happen to me every early autumn; I wake up far too early.  Thankfully, it goes away.  But it makes things difficult for awhile.  I'm not a good napper, so I end up needing to get into bed ridiculously early to compensate.  No fun.

This pending week Anna's external classes start (ballet, contemporary dance, and writing group).  This means my time of not having to drive is over.  Mark's schedule is just not compatible most of the time.  I drove myself and Anna to physical therapy yesterday.  It went better than I thought, but I did get some physical therapy massage while there; that won't happen at Anna's activities!

This last week we sort of started school.  I ended up calling it "Review and Preview Week," and we didn't get much done.  This is a strange phenomenon for me.  It's not that I didn't do the prep (I did, before my surgery).  I just haven't felt ready to start, which to me feels so lame.  Yeah, I know we have time.  Homeschooling is so much more concentrated then conventional school, and Anna and I do it well.

But I don't want to feel flat.  A lot of the time I just feel discouraged, sore, and exhausted.  I mope around and eat too much.  When I'm doing fun things (like last week our friend Jack and his kids came over for a visit and it was great) I'm ok, but most of the time, I'm Eeyore.  I feel like I've lost my Sandraness, and it's not in a hurry to come back.