I’ve been in a funk all week. Nothing, but nothing got me out of it. Today did.

My day off is Saturday. Sure, I work strange hours the other six days a week, with time off in the middle of the day to putter around, eat sandwiches, see my grandmother, go to the bank, do whatever. But Saturdays are mine. And I’ve learned, and should have heeded, last Saturday, that I should get out and do something fun, see some friends, go shopping, do whatever. But I didn’t. I slobbed around home, watching the rain outside and eating. Result: Week of funk.

Today I went over to Em’s to help her pack up. She’s moving to Ontario in a couple of weeks for six months, and is subletting her place. So we needed to put almost all her stuff into the second bedroom, which is about eight feet by twelve. Daunting. Gen’s allergies kicked in and she went to clean the kitchen, but Em and I managed. Throwing out other peoples’ stuff is easy.

We worked hard! Half the room is ceiling-height with her stuff, all in boxes, all organized. Other result: I feel productive, energized, and like I have friends. It’s easier to think of yourself as someone with friends when you can see them. I like having friends. It gets me out of the funk.

2 Comments to “De-Funk.”

  1. By Arwen, January 16, 2006 @ 12:26 am

    Ooh. So sad. I’m an errant friend. I’m sorry! Lots of lovins to your funk…

  2. By Liz, January 16, 2006 @ 11:24 am

    No, you’re not an errant friend, ypou’re a friend with two kids. Me, on the other hand, ws my butt glued to this chair? it really wasn’t.

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