Fighting a serious case of the Idonwannas today -- I have preseason hockey scheduling to go to this morning, and we have a wedding to go to this afternoon/evening, and I don't really want to do either. I'm so tired of running around, having gone from the girls walking home from school last year (though seldom walking to school; they really dragged in the mornings last year) to having an hour-and-a-half pickup run (half an hour each way, and half an hour waiting in line; if there's a "sweet spot" where I can minimize my time, I haven't found it yet). I just want to spend a day going NOWHERE. Not going to happen in the foreseeable future.
The wedding is that of the daughter of one of DH's colleagues; DH knows the daughter and her fiancé a bit because they all proctor SAT & ACT tests together. I've met the dad a couple of times, and that's it. So not something to make me enthusiastic about leaving home when I really want to stay. I can't even muster up enthusiasm for going to scheduling, and I generally enjoy it. It's a bit, I imagine, like going to a bazaar and haggling. The purpose of preseason is to determine the proper skill division placements of the teams for the regular season, so the heads of each program have submitted their best estimates of each team's strength to the league. The league then does their best to put the teams in a numerical ranking (dd's team is currently ranked 48th out of 52) and computer-schedules a few games with teams somewhat close in number. The coaches and managers then all get together to fix any conflicts (last year, the computer scheduled us for two away games on the same day, an hour apart, with one team about an hour southeast of the city and another team about two hours west of the city) and add more games if they want them, particularly with higher or lower teams if they feel they've been over-ranked or under-ranked -- or some programs will sandbag their preseason schedule, scheduling expected losses with much higher teams, hoping to end up being moved to a lower division than they ought to be, where they can soundly defeat their opponents.
Ah, sleep. I ended up joining the ranks of those taking naps yesterday. Can sympathize with Cowinkie's sleep troubles in that I, too, was not getting much REM at the time I was finally diagnosed bipolar. The drug they put me on, Lamictal, has to be ramped up slowly to avoid side effects, and I was so thrilled when, even before I had reached an official "therapeutic dose," I was dreaming again. That, in and of itself, did a fair bit for my mood. I need to go get my thyroid checked to rule it out as a cause of nighttime panic attacks I was having in the spring. Yes, I've been putting it off, and I suspect it wasn't the cause, because I didn't have one all summer -- due to lack of school stress, I think. OTOH, my DB was having similar sleeping problems and was finally diagnosed with thyroid trouble, the symptoms of which an earlier doctor had thought were depression. (There are thyroid issues on my mom's side of the family and bipolar on my dad's.) So these things have many possible causes.
It's about time for me to get going to the scheduling; it's at a different place this year than it has been, so I want to be sure to get there early.
Seconding OKay's thanks for Scattered's service, and stunned that helia's DS is out of the house -- time flies!
refraining from emailing him every day, only in response to an email from him. . . .He is currently meeting dh on the engineering campus to help unload the bookcase and get it up to dh's office.
I couldn't get to sleep until 2 a.m. because of a great afternoon nap, but got up at 8:30 a.m. 
