I came down with a bug yesterday and left work early. After some assessing of the situation this morning, I have decided not to go to the Manhattan Spanking Association party that's being held tonight. I told Rad to please go by himself so he can deal with the bad girls who need dealing with. No reason one of us can't play.
I WILL miss seeing people. But right now I'm just sort of blah. Not craving play, not sexually charged up, not really wanting to socialize, either. I brought work home. I don't want to look at it, but that's probably what I'll be doing later -- reading and editing stories.
My mood has been low all week. I'm under stress at work to do many things beyond normal editing. I'm nervous about much of it, especially (still) my new internet duties: worried that I'm not doing the right things, afraid to ask questions that will make me look dumb or incompetent, but afraid, on the other hand, to take action without checking in first and asking permission. Dilbert from the other day was a perfect example of how things have been lately. I don't let things get to me too much, but we're going to be understaffed for some time, it seems, so there may not be relief for months.
What I may do, since I haven't in a while, is to try to shift focus and do something creative. Like paint, write fiction, or work on a mosaic. I can do that for an hour or so, then do my work for an hour or so, then back to something fun.
It's nice out, so if I feel better, later I'll go for a walk. Hope everyone who's going to a party tonight has a great time.