It's my first day back after a week off for my birthday. Good night's sleep under my belt. Plenty of little projects and pleasures marked off. Today I'm ready to buckle down and get to work. Make some bucks.
It's my first day back after a week off for my birthday. Good night's sleep under my belt. Plenty of little projects and pleasures marked off. Today I'm ready to buckle down and get to work. Make some bucks.
46 years old today and it's been a weird year. I thought the whole Covid thing was going to be substantially better but now that we're vaccinated and the borders are open it's the worst it's even been. I'm hoping this is my last pandemic. Also my home was flooded and we're still in that weird limbo where we have no idea when things will return to normal. My favourite teacher got dementia and then died. I'm not as social as I once was. I've become a bit of a home-body bordering on being a hermit. I did finish a first draft of a novel and write some TV scripts so it's not all bad news but so far as years in my live this is probably on the less satisfying end of the scale.
I'm fairly unthrilled about Twitter being taken over by Musk. I'm even more enthralled that there are so many tech people who don't think this is important. Being able to make web pages is an amazing power. Not to be all Spiderman about it but it's also a great responsibility.
Feeling a bit more optimistic about life.
I had such a bad night's sleep. Tossing and turning and fretting about the house not yet being cleaned out. I feel at an impasse. There are fridges and tables and dishwashers that need to be stored somewhere until we are sure that the insurance company doesn't need to see it again. But we don't want to store moldy stuff with our salvage stuff. In a half sleep it feels insurmountable.
In the light of day it probably just needs hiring or buying a shipping container.
I'm really looking forward to all these problems being behind me.
I've got a kind of low grade malaise dragging me down. The shadow of the "project" that is getting our house returned to normal weighs on me like a sailor's curse.
It is a 'becalment of the soul'.
One frustrating thing about all this time I have to spend cleaning out the flood damage from my home is that it takes away from the time I have for other things.
I'm exhausted all the time. It's rank.
We're slowly slotting in to the new normal. The new normal involves many cats and much cat hair and a less comfortable bed but it also involves home made meals and kindness.
I suggested that after we paid off our home we'd have nothing to look forward to, but now the universe has provided and I have lots to look forward to.
So much.