Tuesdays are always odd in this household, mainly because I work at the library between 1 and 7 in the afternoon/evening, and split my morning between writing and housework. It can be a bit galling, if I’ve had a full morning, to suddenly change tracks to work with the public.
This is why i try to keep a reasonable pace so that the shift doesn’t leave me burned out before I even “start” the day. It doesn’t always work, but it can make all the difference to how I feel about tackling new projects at the library, let alone serving customers face to face.
Today it was quiet in the library, and I was grateful for it as this afternoon my body decided to start randomly experiencing pains in the area of my right kidney. Now, as these pains are short pulses of sharp pain that come and go rather than the sustained agony of a kidney stone I’ve been drinking lots of water and muttering under my breath a lot. It could possibly even be muscular but it’s hard to tell, and for the most part it’s annoying rather than debilitating. All part of the joy of venturing into my fourth decade perhaps, like unexpected hair in my ears, joints popping and creaking, and being a bit more comfortable in my own skin.
All I know is that it’s been a long day, and my body couldn’t let me simply enjoy the luxury of a slow afternoon. It just had to have the last word.