I don't feel well, but there are too many items on my 'to do' list to dwell on it. If I can work, it's not a problem anyway.
My brother's operation will be on Monday. Understandably, I'm nervous.
The research looks quite promising. I'm collaborating on three projects simultaneously, so that's fun. They combine some of my favourite feelings: being lost, "don't panic", "things are about to click" and bursts of ingenuity. I can definitely see why people are burning out, but I relish the challenge.
Health-wise, I might need meds for my low blood pressure after all. I feel, almost constantly, physically tired and light-headed. The checkup is in February, but I'm bracing myself for it already. Compressive socks don't work, just make me feel like I'm someone's grandma.