A Sabbatical, Of Sorts

As some of you have pointed out, I tend to take on a lot of projects. And what with NAIBA and various shift switches, I haven't had a full day off from the bookstore in nearly three weeks.

Earlier this week it got to that critical mass of tiredness -- panicky tired, teary tired, veering between lashing out and zoning out tired.

As I'm about to jump in to another, perhaps more intense work time in my life, I feel that now is the time to get a little rest and get ready.

So, until sometime in early November, I'm letting some things slide a little and doing like other professional readers (i.e. academics) do: giving myself a sabbatical. No blogging, only emergency emails (so forgive me if I owe you a reply). Lots of sleeping in, lots of long meals with the ALP, lots of reading for pleasure. It's only for a week or two , but I think it will help.

Right now, I'm going to run a bath, pour a glass of red wine, and find my place in Night Train to Lisbon. I'll see you on the other side.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Come back soon, Jessica!
8:49 AM
Anonymous said…
rest while you still can. Happy Halloween!
11:01 PM
Larry Portzline said…
A place I'm very familiar with. Take your time. Don't rush back here on anyone's account. Balance is everything. Be well, kiddo.
1:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Amen. I find that lying on sidewalks helps. Have fun.
9:50 AM
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