- Yes, I am swamped with work
- Yes, my mind is not of tranquil state (when has it been?)
- Yes, I wrote here that I am taking an indefinite break.
But, you know, catharsis and all that.
I have a medium sized deadline to meet at the end of this month and I just started working on it. As expected with resumption from a temporary break of science writing, I am creaky but once I get into the groove, both speed and ease would pick up. It amazes me how much like physical activity, mental activity is. No matter how long you have worked out in your life, it is a hard to get back into action after a break; the only thing that the length of practice does is hasten the recovery.
I have also taken it upon myself to tutor the kid in chemistry. Either because the teacher is not particularly good, or because the kid has not been paying attention in class (I favour the latter), her foundation is nonexistent. So, at the risk of emerging a tiger mom (shouldn’t it be tigress mom? My better half asks), I am spending way more time than the kid likes, on her daily lessons. I am even preparing lecture notes for her for hours, which, while draining my physical energy, fires my mind and with the mismatch between what my brain wants to do, and the body does not, I am exhausted by evening.
Talking of exhaustion, my sleep hygiene has taken a toss. While I seem to be sleeping for a good seven to eight hours every night, its quality is poor. I am haunted by dreams, what seems like all night, most of them horrible if not horrific. More than once in the past week, I have awoken crying. It does not help that the kid has been sleeping badly as well, and finds her way to my bed at night, snuggles up, and eventually takes up my entire side of the bed, pushing me into a sliver of it by morning so that I wake up not only crying or in panic, but with cramped body and splitting head. This is probably just a phase and will pass. One part of me does not want it to pass because then I would lose the sleep-addled bone-crushing hug by the very bony and strong teenager. Parenting is a confusing activity.
Having finally completed “The name of the Rose”, I have embarked on “Far from the Maddening Crowd”. What narration, I say. I regret not having read the classics when I was younger.
Tired. Head hurts. But there is miles to go before I sleep, it’s just 1 PM now.
I suppose there ends my break.