I was just talking with a co-worker who commented: "Is something wrong? You're not your perky self today."
I have to say, I've never thought of myself as perky. In my minds-eye, perky is Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde. You know, all cute, full of energy, bouncing all over the place, and just a bit ditzy - and a little bit annoying. That doesn't fit my image of myself at all. I do tend to be fairly positive - because being a pessimist is just depressing. But please, not perky.
That being said, I am not really my usual self today. I'm still fighting a rotten cold and I'm sick to death of coughing and sneezing. I just found out that a friend of mine from high school died yesterday after a long, arduous battle with cancer. I have a major deadline at work tomorrow and I'm frantically trying to get everything done for that. I have a headache that just won't go away. And I feel old. I know 35 really isn't old, but it's feeling old to me. I think it's because I've still kind of been thinking about talking to Aaron about another baby. I don't know how he would feel about it. I don't even know for sure how I feel about it. But now I've hit 35 and that's advanced maternal age. And that makes me feel old.
BUT, to look on the positive side of things (since I just said I prefer to be positive)... hopefully the cold medicine will kick in soon. Marshel is in a better place now and not in pain anymore. I have a lot of work to do to hit my deadline, but I should be able to get it all done - and it's a book I can be really proud of. I finished off most of my Christmas shopping last night. Done nice and early AND I didn't go overboard on the spending. And give me a few days to get over my cold and my deadline stress and get a little more sleep and I probably won't feel quite so old anymore.