Someone’s got a case of the FUCKTHISSHITS.

Good morning, people. It’s another week. A new week, a new month. Are you excited?

Me, neither. I didn’t want to crawl off my sleeping pad this morning. I was warm and cozy again, but the cats were hungry and thought I was dead.

At least the sun is out today. It’s cold, but the sun makes it a little more tolerable. That may bring more people out who didn’t want to come in while the weather sucked last week. I’m not sure who I’m working with today. It might work more smoothly if the new guy is in, because he’s willing to use the register and deal with people.

Yesterday was pretty boring. The only thing I did was the weekly load of laundry and a couple of hours playing Albion. I also have to deal with my annual head cold. Yay.

I spent most of yesterday walking from room to room in a fog. Once again, I’m at a point where I just want to fill the gas tank and just drive away. There’s so much left and I feel like can’t do it anymore.

At least, I can’t do it alone anymore. And that’s pretty much what I am. Mom‘s down in Florida. My sister’s household is in complete lockdown with a brand new baby. Even if she wasn’t, due to her feelings about Shawshank, I have my doubts about her willingness to even help me. I have an uncle, but he has his own house(s) to sell.

The family who knows what’s up can offer support in the form of soothing words and pats on the back. However, most of their suggestions, while good, involve money. Get the house appraised, so you have that as leverage when you put it on the market, they suggest. Sure. Got the $400 for it? You might have to repaint your dining room so it’s normal colors. Money. I’m literally paycheck to paycheck right now, and I’d have been in foreclosure months ago if I didn’t have eBay and the collectibles. I’ve just started really dipping into the Covid-19 stimulus savings.

However, there are no more collectibles left to sell.

I decided that I’ll put Shawshank‘s phone number in as a primary contact number when I make inquiries about getting the house up on the market. I made an inquiry with one company last week, and they called me at least five times in the first day alone. I can’t deal with that while I’m at work. On the other hand, Shawshank doesn’t work* and can handle phone calls and answer questions; it’s his house, too.

Let’s get off the floor, refill the cup, and start the morning.

^* Fingers crossed, he dropped a resume off at a local business and will stop in again when the owner is in.