Paul is now officially working from home. He got his kit last week, which consisted of the same set up as his workstation in the office. He was expecting a laptop, but no: two all-in-one desktops, mouse, keyboard, workstation hub. That necessitated some thinking. And some rearranging. And some buying. So, about $100 (cable, moveable 'workstation' - aka a kitchen cart at a steep discount) and a lot of frustration later, here we are.
In some ways, this is good. I am forced to get out of bed, showered and dressed before he starts his shift at 10am. Before, I was getting into the shower at noon or 1pm, getting up at 9 or 10, and staying up WAY past my bedtime. So, I was ostensibly getting enough sleep, but I wasn't getting it at the right time and it was really fucking up my circadian rhythm and doubling down on my depression. My medication is already working overtime as it is; I don't need to make it worse.
(I was up too late last night, but I was part of the Bad Decisions Book Club. We don't meet or hang out, we just want to read One More Page. I started and finished Paladin's Grace by T. Kingfisher yesterday. So. Good. The hero is a paladin of a dead god who knits socks to keep his depressive thoughts from being intrusive and the heroine is a perfumer who has had kind of a shitty life but doesn't stop moving forward, however she can. They are awkward and adorable together. And the secondary characters are fantastic. I adore Bishop Beartongue, head of the Temple of the White Rat. She reminds me strongly of Granny Weatherwax, which is never a bad thing, in my not-so-humble opinion. I laughed out loud at a couple of points and now I want to read the other three books set in the same universe.)
Today, I have already started some laundry, and plan on making a pie. I want to do things at the moment, so I'm going to capitalize on that for as long as I can. :)
In some ways, this is good. I am forced to get out of bed, showered and dressed before he starts his shift at 10am. Before, I was getting into the shower at noon or 1pm, getting up at 9 or 10, and staying up WAY past my bedtime. So, I was ostensibly getting enough sleep, but I wasn't getting it at the right time and it was really fucking up my circadian rhythm and doubling down on my depression. My medication is already working overtime as it is; I don't need to make it worse.
(I was up too late last night, but I was part of the Bad Decisions Book Club. We don't meet or hang out, we just want to read One More Page. I started and finished Paladin's Grace by T. Kingfisher yesterday. So. Good. The hero is a paladin of a dead god who knits socks to keep his depressive thoughts from being intrusive and the heroine is a perfumer who has had kind of a shitty life but doesn't stop moving forward, however she can. They are awkward and adorable together. And the secondary characters are fantastic. I adore Bishop Beartongue, head of the Temple of the White Rat. She reminds me strongly of Granny Weatherwax, which is never a bad thing, in my not-so-humble opinion. I laughed out loud at a couple of points and now I want to read the other three books set in the same universe.)
Today, I have already started some laundry, and plan on making a pie. I want to do things at the moment, so I'm going to capitalize on that for as long as I can. :)
Tags:
- depression,
- home,
- paul,
- reads,
- work