Froggy Fog and Evening Fug

You know what? The leaves have started to turn.

When I was a little girl, I remember my daddy trying to put me down for a nap. I think this was probably not an easy chore because even as a small child I suffered from Fear Of Missing Something.  Anyway, he was telling me that someday we’d live in a place with trees and rivers and something I though was “frog”.

Which was confusing, because even though we lived in the desert in Arizona, there were frogs.  Tons of frogs, after a thunderstorm.

I knew that some words looked or sounded the same but had different meanings, and I don’t remember why I didn’t ask about it.  Maybe his soothing storytelling voice was working its magic and making me sleepy.

What my father had said was actually “fog”.

Today is foggy, the leaves are tinged with orange, and as I finish my lunch break at work, I’m having some FOMS.  There’s all sorts of things that I’d like to do, that I will be too tired to do when I get off work.

I have started to suspect that the reason I’m so tired after work is because almost the first words I utter upon getting home is “Wow, what a long day… I’m tired!”  After that proclamation, everything I have to do seems to be in the way of my prime directive: being in jammies and reading.

The first glimpse I had of this being the underlying cause instead of actual fatigue was last week, when I got off work and the first thing I said was “I’m so excited about making lamb!”  See, Trader Joe’s had lamb on sale, and even though it was a little fancier than my budget usually allows, I had scored the rest of my list for fairly cheap.  So I’d bought lamb and then perused Pinterest for the perfect recipe to try.  I found this one, and knew exactly how I wanted to change the recipe.  I was so so so excited.  The meal turned out lovely, and I was so happy afterwards, I had a burst of energy and got some chores done, while singing.  Then I put together a little something fun for a friend.  Then, finally it was time for jammies!  I say finally, because usually getting out of work clothes (read: regular clothes, my job ain’t fancy) and bopping around in my jammies all evening.

Since then I’ve had up days and down days, but a pattern has emerged… how I declare myself at the end of the workday helps.  Not hashing through every single annoying thing in my day helps.  Singing helps.  The Evening Fug can be translated to Delight, with less work than I thought.

I sound a little annoying with the whole declaration of positivity thing, even to myself, but I can’t deny that it works.

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