I'm going to try this posting thing again. Maybe it'll turn back into a habit.
I think last year just knocked the snot out of me, and I've spent the last few months trying to figure out what's normal. And trying to get enough sleep. On the surface, nothing much has changed, really, but apparently, spending a weekend or so a month Not at Home throws me off completely.
I've moved every small thing and several large things in my apartment multiple times, and at the moment, it looks like I'm moving, though it's not clear whether it's In or Out.
The new-ish wheel still feels new, and now there's a loom in residence; it's relatively small and folds up for storage or transport, but it still has a significant footprint in here. My desk is at the coast, and in its place is a table for my sewing machine, which takes up a lot less space, not that you could tell from the general clutter.
I need to empty more stuff out of here, and take a deep breath and stop acquiring fiber and yarn, although I'm told that the weaving thing will eat up yarn pretty fast. I just have to learn how to use the loom. Yeah. I know. It's just that I'm suddenly, in a weird way, doing all these things I always wanted to, or at least making the space/acquiring the tools so that I can. Heady.
Cats are pretty good, reasonably happy, getting less hinky (that's mostly Holmes, who still won't let me pick him up without panicking, but he panics less?), more loving, more settled. We still have hooves up and down the hall every morning; they play, they wrestle, they have spats, they sleep in a tangle.
Work is work; still like working with that group, like the job, hate the software and the auditors. Except for the software rants, I usually drop all thoughts of it the minute I leave, which is good for me.
I had tons of plans for this weekend, but I rolled over and went to sleep again after feeding the cats, and when I did wake up, I had no ambition to do anything but eat and read. So that's what I've been doing. I really think I need the rest.
At the coast, we are now painting. Well, one wall so far, so SL could put in some bookcases. I have managed to go out there a couple of times and do mostly nothing, which has been good. I was beginning to hate the work trips, though the painting part was fun. I may have to restrict myself to one wall at a time, though--more is hard on my achy elderly joints. ;-)
Hi!
Must go feed cats.
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