Well, we're supposed to close on a house tomorrow. And if all goes according to plan, we're supposed to move next week.
Of course, this means my brain is absolutely fried. And the whole crispy-brain phenomenon is having a cascade effect.
I can't sleep. Correction, I can't nap. Every time I lay down to take a snooze, my brain kicks into overdrive. Case in point - yesterday after running around town dropping books off at various locations, I was freakin' tired. So I hit the couch for a little down time. I closed my eyes, and the brain starting whirring. I fought it for fifteen minutes. And then got up and brushed the window blinds - because that was driving my crispy brain nuts. Of course, the same thing happens at night, but I do manage to coax myself to sleep. (Last night I went to bed at 8 and slept 'til five - I was that tired.)
I can't remember shit. Okay, so this isn't anything new. I'm brain-damaged and having a leaky memory is just part of life for me. But with my brain all crisped like a barrel of pork rinds, it's even worse. I find myself finishing a lot of statements with "...if I remember correctly..." because I seriously doubt I'm remembering anything correctly. (If it isn't written down, that is - which encompasses about 90% of my life.)
My focus is kerput. I remember telling myself yesterday morning that I needed to do the laundry. Then I started repacking books for delivery*. Then I thought about the fact that I needed to get the Kid's computer wiped clean so I could give that to the neighbors - which led to cleaning a USB stick so I could transfer anything she might still want. I got that project started and went back to the book thing. But I had to call the title company. And Max needed food. And the outside kitties did, too. Long story shorter than it would've been otherwise, I never did get the laundry even started.
So, you see what I mean. I've got the crispy-brain. Here's hoping I'll be back to what passes for normal for me by mid-April. (After the move and the unpack and the delivery of furniture... etc. etc. etc.)
* With as many books as I have to unload, no one will take them all, but everyone has put in requests for certain genres or authors. Since I already packed them all up, I had to go back through and cherry pick. Paperbacks and large print for the old folks home. Romance for the bagger gal at the grocery store. 'Scary' for my friend in the produce section. Suspense for my friend the cashier. Newer hardcovers and easy-to-resell for the library. I love sorting books, but this is getting a little beyond that. The good news is I made most of my deliveries yesterday, and today will be 'here's a box of assorted books - do with them what you will'.
Is it any wonder I'm totally loving my Kindle right now? A hundred books all in one tiny, light-weight gadget. :happy sigh: