Memories of Sand

I slept a lot yesterday, which I seem to have to do every couple weeks: have a day on the weekend where I sleep most of the day. Getting up today to go to the office was rough, as usual.

(I have a full time job that I've actually managed to keep for 3 years! I go to an office one day a week and I haven't completely self destructed! I continue to be shocked and awed by this! Granted, the last 6 months have been shitty in some ways, but I got promoted this month, which makes up for it.)

My life has felt fairly stable the last few years, and I like that. I like that my body hasn't completely given up, and I like that I have migraine meds that work well enough that I haven't been to the ER in a couple years. I like that I have been managing to wash my hair and change my sheets every weekend without completely losing energy, and that most weekends I can even do more than that.

So of course, when I got 2 invitations in 1 week to join a softball team, clearly that is a sign that It Is Time. It's been half my lifetime since I last played, and I miss it. I am so much less in shape than I was as a kid, although my asthma is much more controlled, so that's something. I've been trying to work out more to get some conditioning and we'll see how it goes. Considering how easy it is for me to get overloaded and start shaking and get exhausted, this is not my greatest plan ever, but my dad and I will be on a team together in the local LGBTQ+ league so I'm leaning on him a lot to get me to games and have food and get me home. (He's extremely strong, this is the 3rd or 4th league he's on this year, he's fine and I'm jealous.)

I ran out of interesting new shows to watch and didn't have the energy for Severance over the weekend, so I have been rewatching Stargate: Atlantis. Still not as good as SG-1, but it's fun to see early Jason Momoa.

I should go back to work now I guess and hopefully I'll be back tomorrow or the next day.