Thursday.
[thinking] Thursday?
Thursday.
Mal threw up a hairball at 2:32 am. Brian was in the living room, I could see the TV’s glow. I’m not leaving my end of the house if he’s up in the middle of the night, lest I see something I really don’t want to see. Once I confirmed it was only a hairball and Mal wasn’t going to continue the Linda Blair impression in my bed, I went back to sleep. Sadly, my relief was short-lived, because he did it again at around 6 am.
Thus, Thursday begins.
I was vaguely productive yesterday. Since it wasn’t too hot and muggy, I started the day off with a workout. I’m sore. After lunch, I made a solo trip to the post office. Currently, there’s about $500 worth of Warhammer stuff making its way northward, in two boxes. It cost $125 in postage, but it’s worth it to have a little more space in the bedroom.
My room is filled with half of what I brought down with me, most of it still boxed up. Every time I go in there and have to find something, I feel like NOTHING HAS CHANGED. I’m doomed to be forever surrounded by boxes filled with bits of my life. Unless I’m on the nightly video call with Shawshank, I try not to be in my room because it’s overwhelming. It’s like… Same boxes, smaller space. There’s no escape.
I finished “The Source of Magic” last night. Unfortunately, it ended on a bit of a cliffhanger. At the same time, I’m still slogging through Zinn’s “A People’s History of the United States“. Mentally, I have to force myself to read more than a chapter of Zinn in any sitting because his writing is so dry. I need something else to read at the same time as a pallette cleanser, I just haven’t picked anything yet.
Honestly, I should probably put the Kindle away for the next week and concentrate on making the rest of the wreaths. I have three more to make before we go to see my godparents. They’ll sell them in their shop.
My cup is empty, and I should start my day. I don’t know what today’s plans might be, but I’m sure they will involve hot glue.
