paper cuts for the soul

I have to say, it’s been a rough week. Not the worst of my life, by any means. But I have encountered more than a typical amount of suckiness.

Work stuff has been keeping me crazy busy such that I felt like I couldn’t possibly find enough time to do everything before various deadlines. And then there was my hard drive failure of last week. Leading to lost work and lost productive hours. And then Phoebe had her fever and stomach bug, leading to more loss of productive hours. And then I got sick, too, dammit. It was only for about 24 hours of full-blown stomach bugginess. But more loss of productive hours, because I was totally drained and worn out.

The timing of all of this has not been ideal. This conference is very important to me, and the poster needs to be done in time to print it. What did I do to bring down computer trauma and illness upon myself and my household right now? Is this some sort of punishment?

And yet, none of it is all that major. I mean, I was able to recover almost all of my work. (Or John was able to do so for me.) Phoebe was not majorly ill. I was not majorly ill. My life, home and loved ones are intact. It’s even looking like I’ll be able to get at least the most key work things done or redone, and the various issues aren’t compromising my ability to go to the conference. Plus, when I got sick, John was here and able to get Phoebe’s dinner together when I felt the most I could manage was to lay down on the couch. And by Sunday, I felt well enough that I could kick back into work mode, time and Phoebe permitting, without even having the urge to lay down on the floor and groan.

It was pretty moderate punishment, all things considered. As if I’ve been working off some sort of minor karmic debt.

So, what might my moderate transgressions have been? Was it something I did the week before, or something from a past life? Did I cut someone off in traffic? Or did I non-fatally stab someone in a bar fight in the 1920s? Is it my shameful carbon footprint? Or did I just step on somebody’s toes?

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And speaking of debt, I’m sorry to all of you who haven’t gotten comments from me lately, haven’t gotten replies on comments, or haven’t gotten replies to emails from me. I haven’t forgotten you, I’ve just been swamped. I still manage a bit of blog reading here and there, but commenting seems to be beyond me right now. And as for posting…well…I still don’t expect to have a lot of time till this conference is over. And till I’m recovered from the trip. Which is a shame, ’cause there’s a bunch of things I’ve been wanting to write about. Many of them not even about pants.