Uncreated Conscience

I am dire need of a divan, a fainting couch, a sofa, a futon–anything. When I first signed on for this gig, I knew there would be a lot of reading involved, but I didn’t quite factor in the occupational hazards. The volume of reading I can deal with, but it’s how I read that’s starting to catch up to me. Reading while sitting at my desk wreaks havoc on my neck and shoulders. At the moment I’ve jerry-rigged an arrangement where I lean the back of my desk chair against one angle of my desk while I prop my feet up on the opposite angle. This sort of approximates a reclining angle, but any sudden movement and I’m head over heels on the floor.

White-Harp Brrrrito! Also doubles as a neck pillow.

White-Harp often comes to work with me now to double as a neck pillow. Finally found a way to earn her keep, oh that Lazy Harp.

More often than not, I’m found in the downward-facing dog yoga position, although I won’t lie; it’s kind of awkward posing in your cubicle with your derriere in the air. This pose alleviates pressure on my lower back, but the best and most useful pose (headstand) is unfortunately a no-go. I can only imagine what Cap’n Sweet Valley would say if he should walk by with me standing on my head.

‘You are young, little JJ miss’, the sage Boss said,
‘And your pose has become very strange;
You seem to incessantly stand on your head–
Don’t you think, at this point, this should change?’

- JJ bowdlerizing Lewis Carroll

I often end up reading manuscripts at home because of the stress on my upper back, which is probably why I feel as though I never leave the office. This weekend my Teddy Bear finished up another block of med school exams and we had grand plans (heh) to be social and active and…

...a snowpocalypse hit.

We got about a foot of snowfall. We mostly ended up snuggling under the covers while I read for work. Romantic weekend, ’tis. We had initially planned to go running by the Raritan River, but we cracked open a sleepy eye on a snowy Saturday morning and decided dozing was the better option.

Snow on the windowpane.

I did go running on Sunday while Bear gorged on pizza and beer during a Superbowl party. I am smug in my moral superiority. Also, it goes to show how little I care for the sport that is American football. (I know, I’m such a girl.)

How was everyone else’s weekend?