This week went much faster than the previous few, which felt unusually slow. I think it wasn’t so much that this week was different from most, but that those slow weeks were abnormal. This week, I was quite busy with work and my genetics appointment, and Ben and I only saw each other two mornings. We are both really looking to the weekend.
I forgot to take my medicine this morning because I had phone issues that distracted me enough that I forgot the one step in my routine I virtually never forget. I’m vigilant about taking it at the same time every single day because I’ve found that even delaying 45 minutes or so throws my body into mild chaos, typically manifested by a bad headache, stomachache, and vertigo. When I realized this morning that I had neglected to take my dose, I wasn’t home, so it was three hours late by the time I got it down. I’m really hoping that I don’t suffer too many consequences today from that oversight. I did have a headache and dizziness, which prompted me to consider why I was feeling “off,” and then properly attribute it to my lapse in taking my pills. My headache has already resolved, which is a good sign that I’m in the clear.
Yesterday was a good work day. I finished two large projects that had been on my docket for some time. Both required a tremendous amount of work and had various stages and components to coordinate, manage, and finish, which is why I had the two going simultaneously. Honestly, I’m really proud of how well each of them came out and the quality of the work I put into them; hopefully, my supervisors feel the same way! I even had some difficulty falling asleep at night because I was pumped up and elated about my accomplishments from the work day. It’s a sweet, childlike feeling of pride that reminds me of nights trying to fall asleep following good race performances. The endorphins from achievement create a wonderful natural high, although they do interrupt the calming process. In most cases, it is a worthwhile trade off.
As much as I am excited for the weekend to come, I’m nearly equally excited to this afternoon because once I finish my work for the day, I get to indulge in reading a book I’ve been waiting to get my hands on: Debbie Macomber’s third book in her Navy trilogy, Navy Families. It is a new release, but I managed to be first in the waiting queue in our library holds system because I am obsessed with this author’s work and keep near constant tabs on what’s coming down the pipeline. She is quite prolific romance writer and one of my all-time favorites. Her contemporary romances are always sweet and enjoyable, even if predictable. They are reliably “feel good” stories, and the characters are typically complex and lovable. I always find myself rooting for them. There are a surprising number of contemporary romance books I abandon, and of those, at least 90% lose my interest for the sole reason that I don’t like the protagonist. Characters with depth and a backstory that includes hardships and growth are the only ones I connect with. Some of the lighter “beach reads” are not substantive enough that they aren’t relatable. The female protagonists, in many of these books, are too flighty, whiny, and spoiled or lack morals I find important. Fortunately, I haven’t found this to be an issue in Debbie Macomber’s books; most have either been left by a former spouse, are widowed, have lost children or struggle with infertility, or have come from abusive relationships. It’s gratifying to see the characters rise above their challenges and change over the course of the narration.
The sun is shining and it’s a dry, gorgeous day. I’m looking forward to some outdoor time in between my work assignments. While I’d rather have the day off, I do feel grateful to have a job I enjoy and a weekend on the horizon.