It seems possible, likely even, that I'll make my self-imposed 10 pm computer cut-off. Good thing, too, because I kept myself up too late last night reading. The Enchantress of Florence is on my highly recommended- I honestly didn't want to quit, and I think I have part of a chapter left to finish. It's fun, whimsical, and if you've read Rushdie before (Midnight's Children, for example) I think you're likely to enjoy it. I definitely have.
My left foot is giving me a bit of a name-calling tonight. I honestly think it's twofold, and both are my fault. First, I wore heels yesterday. I'm not saying the foot isn't ready, but I was on my feet a lot in the afternoon. So I think I would be achy from that anyway. Then this morning I decided it would be fun to come back from my 7 a.m. meeting at the Evil Empire via trail. Running via trail. I know, I know..... but other than the slightly achy foot I actually feel good. I'll update on my IT bands tomorrow :)
Cassi seems more and more like traditional Cassi-cat. She has been a huge pest all day, particularly when I was sitting on the couch writing for a grant application. She was glued to my hip while I was sitting there. And last night when we went to bed she situated herself in the official snuggle position. The down-side to that is that I woke up really hot around 3 a.m. Silly girl.
And the writing....that was a source of great frustration today. I was on back-up trauma call, and I actually ended up being pressed into service. Twice. While I am always happy to help Leigh out, it's frustrating to not be able to have uninterrupted block time to write like I need to be writing. With the recent "you need major extramural funding to be excused from the trauma service" talk, I feel like I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't. It's hard to find time to write under my new, not-working-every-night-until-9-p.m. schema unless trauma call and service go away, and I can't get a grant without writing. Honestly, I get dizzy thinking about it just because it's so frustrating. I hate to pull out the "that's not fair" phrase, but it's not. No one else in our department has ever been asked to get outside funding with this kind of clinical workload. People with lesser clinical workloads aren't getting funding, and they're not publishing at the rate I have been either. I'm increasingly concerned that they're just going to keep moving the bar away from me- something which is truly unacceptable. I'm pondering how to frame my battle on this one, but I sense one coming. I'm suspicious that those in power may not be big fans of Amalia with Boundaries. Their problem, not mine.
The Boy remains quiet. I suspect he's pouting over my non-appearance on Tuesday night. His problem, not mine. I'm not quite where I need to be to deal with us yet anyway, though I do feel a sense of peace about my decision-making this time. I don't remember having that before.
Happiness/Gratitude list, 17 July Edition....
- In spite of the interruptions, I did get the internal grant that is due on August 1 about 85% written today. Of course I have to work on the budget tomorrow, an activity that is always painful for me.
- Tuckie is still sleeping on my left foot at night the majority of the time. He started doing this when I first broke it, and it makes me giggle. How does he know?
- It felt really, really good to run today. I miss it. I'm scheming and trying to figure if I think I can run just 3 or so miles 2-3 times a week and tolerate it biomechanically. We'll see.
- Making my hotel reservations for Kauai in December. Ahhhh.....can't WAIT!
- Going to bed early. Which will happen as soon as I'm done folding laundry.
On to Friday.....
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