Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A Rambling, Pointless Post

I don't really want to blog. Not today, either. I don't feel like I have anything important to say. But I thought, maybe, if I force myself to write one post, I will want to do another, and then another. And when you have been asking me so nicely, how can I refuse? (Only don't complain at the quality. I'm focusing on getting something out today.)

I have realised something unenviable about myself. I realised that without structure to my work, without deadlines or a boss to report to, I let things slide. I commit myself to things and when it comes to it, don't want to finish them. Like that half-finished piece of embroidery lying optimistically in my living room. Like that presentation I was going to edit. But on the other hand, I have not been very behindhand on my work with Friends of Children, partly because it's something I really want to do, and partly because my friend Vani (whom the Guy, not without reason, refers to as my "boss") reminds me if I miss something.

In other news, the Guy caught a bad cold and generously passed it on to me. He coughs, I sneeze. He comes home early from work because the AC makes him feel ill; I wake up umpteen times at night because I can't breathe well through my nose.

The weather has been behaving erratically too. First it was sunny, with a nippy breeze. Today the sun has disappeared, the sky is covered with clouds, and it's been drizzling. It looks lovely and romantic: I wish I was feeling better and could actually enjoy it.

But at least I can look out of my window at the grim grey sky and see the raindrops fall. It makes me glad we don't live right in the city, even though I often crib about how far we are from everything and how I have to walk up to the main road to get a rickshaw. I am glad the Guy set up our spare bedroom for me to use, so that I can look up from my desk and look at the world outside.

But the GuyDad is coming this weekend, and I will have to relinquish my office (after I put all the mess into some semblance of order). I am afraid I'll be even less tempted to work then. The GuyDad is the least fussy of houseguests, though, so that should be the extent of my complaint.

There you go, a post at last. I can't think of anything more to say. Maybe I'll try again in a day or two.

5 comments:

Nil said...

Finally :). But this is nice.

simplypallu said...

Take care, woman. The air conditioned environs of our office are taking the toll on our immunity, methinks. I ask for permission to work from home at the first hint of a cold. The AC just makes it worse.
Also, it's so true about the absence of structure making you put off things. Happens with me all the time, and I don't feel completely happy about myself if I don't complete what I planned to, even though I might have accomplished much else in the same time.

Unmana said...

Nil: Thanks.

simplypallu: I so agree with your last statement. I've done a lot in the last few months, and had a lot of fun, but can't help feeling vaguely dissatisfied at not having used my time well enough.

I'm glad, right now, that I don't have to work in an air-conditioned office! I have the windows firmly shut and the fans on, and warm socks within reach!

dipali said...

Get well soon, and impose some kind of routine upon yourself, says she who sits on stuff that needs to be done for years, sometimes!

Unmana said...

dipali: I hope so... What's the point in being unwell when there is so much fun to be had?

I try the routine thing. I try writing first thing after I'm up, and get distracted by email and games. I try writing late at night: that usually works, but then I'm groggy all the next day and get nothing done. I work very sincerely for two days, and then play truant for a week. *sigh*