I woke up with a start at 1 am when my subconscious remembered that I was supposed to reset my clock. My whole plan for Sunday depended on getting out of bed early. I shouldn't have bothered, really, because all my lovely Sunday plans went down the toilet as soon as the alarm went off.
I hate buzzer alarm clocks, so my alarm is set to the only radio station that reliably comes in. Its a crappy station that drives me insane, but I have learned to live with it. Until now. For several Sundays, I have woken up to public service type programs. Local non-profit types talking about their programs. Mostly programs for kids associated with the hospital where BB worked. And guess what? Yup. Again, this morning. All the great things the hospital does for cancer kids and how they want people to sign up for some walking gig to raise funds. Arugh! Seriously, in my recovery period, the last thing I need to wake up to is an instant reminder of BB.
To top it off, I woke up with a headache. And that was before I was reminded of BB. There was no reason for it. I slept long enough. I only had 4 oz. of wine the night before; hardly enough to fill the bottom of the glass. Maybe I was dehydrated. At any rate, I sucked it up and went to kayak practice where, despite my head throbbing, I kinda kicked ass. For me, anyway. But that was all I could manage. I was supposed to go wine tasting in the afternoon with some friends of friends, but nope. That plan disintegrated; between my headache and everyone else's tragedies, wine tasting was postponed. I'm pretty disappointed about that - new friends are good. New friends who like to do stuff are even better. But new friends who like to do stuff and cancel easily? Not the best.
At any rate, its 7:15 pm and its still light outside. Maybe my winter/BB funk will finally start lifting.