109/2024 – Soooo Tired

Maybe it’s the april-y, wet and cold weather. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m back home from my vacation. Maybe it’s just that I didn’t sleep all that well last night. But I’m soooooooo tired. It’s been my first day back at work after my last day off at home yesterday. I did okay, went through my stack of emails, attended a quick online meeting, talked about some projects with a coworker. Besides that lots of “picking tasks up where I finished them 1.5 weeks ago” and also “remembering what TF I even worked on 1.5 weeks ago”. Thank God it’s Friday and the end of the work week tomorrow.


The day off at home yesterday was sort of a lost day and I felt so guilty for it by the end of it. I only got half of the planned errands / chores done. I was online on social media for way too long. I ate way too much junk food. I don’t know why I can’t quite stop myself once I’m on the downward trajectory of mindless / slightly self-destructive behaviour?

To be fair to myself, I did much better so far today. Obviously, because I had to be present at work, but all in all still: Go Me!

One of the things that also kept me from running errands and doing chores yesterday was that I started reading a new book and it had and still has me hooked:

Photo of the novel "Happiness Falls" by Angie Kim
My current, captivating read

Here are the first few words of the blurb

“We didn’t call the police right away.” Those are the electric first words of this extraordinary novel about a biracial Korean-American family in Virginia whose lives are upended when their beloved father and husband goes missing.

“Happiness Falls” deals with typical family / sibling / parents stuff, but also autism and other genetic disorders and disabilities and with philosophical questions about happiness. It’s also set in 2020, so COVID and how it changed our lives is part of it as well, which feels almost alien. But also very familiar. And at the core it’s still a typical mystery / thriller about a missing person and a family’s secrets. I really like the narrator’s voice, the 20 years old female half of fraternal twins and siblings to 14 years old Eugene who’s disabilities – among other things – mean he is not able to speak and communicate. Or is he? That’s part of the mystery, but I don’t want to spoil anyone. And I’m not through yet.


After having a first-hand experience of a musical fandom group descend on the theatre I spent a bit of my long train ride home contemplating my thoughts on fandoms in general and my history with it and my role in some. I might share them at a later time, once I’ve gathered all my thoughts and can articulate them coherently. Not today obviously.


This is / was just a feeble attempt to getting back into posting something on a more frequent schedule.

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