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Oct. 15th, 2015 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeToday's been a weird mixture of ugh and cringe, and decent stuff. For one thing, I got to finish the knitting project I was working on, a small one, for a sample. But that was a vexing knitting project because I had to rip it out and start over somewhere in the neighborhood of four or five times, and then I skipped a row on the first repeat, and then I missed a stitch somewhere, knitted one when I shouldn't have or something, and at that point I declared fuckit, I have enough for a good sample, I'm finishing it off here. But still, that was productive and now all I have to do is wash and block and be done. And I had some decent dinner.
On the other hand yesterday I got home to find out the boy was on suspension again, as far as we can tell this time for doing his damn job. Literally, he has directives for each client and he followed that directive and doing something on that sheet is apparently what he got into trouble for. So cranky. So he's looking for jobs, and since he's in the medical field that's easier than it might be, but I'm still having bouts of massive financial insecurity. I bought $14 worth of groceries today for dinner and future meals and cringed at spending that much money. I'm making contingency plans, I've postponed subscription thingies and am contemplating canceling my hair appointment. And at the same time clinging to it because dammit ONE indulgence is going to stay. And it's not even that bad, we have savings and investments, it's entirely possible he'll be cleared, there are several other facilities including an entire hospital complex where he might get hired. I'm still freaking right the hell out.
Bleh, I don't know. I don't know what we're going to do, but we do have a safety net, including a familial one on both sides. And I have a steady job, and I'm picking up bits and pieces of overtime here and there, and. It's not that bad. I tell myself. It really isn't. It'll be okay.
In the meantime, writing. Writing, and getting work done, and doing all my jobs, and all of that. I have work to do, most of it doesn't even require an outlay of any money now that I have my school supplies and all the requisite software. I guess the first step in writing, too, is the next OC October post. One step at a time, bit by bit. We'll know one way or another by Monday, I think. So, writing.
If I can write with the cats climbing all over me. Oh, today's cat report, it definitely is Barton who's been harassing Little Bit, but we might have gotten him to ease up, or at least to the point where she'll come back around because all four of them (Little Bit, Barton, BatCat, and Cassius, not sure where Tasha's gone off to but she's sort of a few days every month cat) were there this morning. I got to pet Cassius, I remembered to put on my socks, even. But I didn't get to pet Little Bit. Aw.
On the other hand yesterday I got home to find out the boy was on suspension again, as far as we can tell this time for doing his damn job. Literally, he has directives for each client and he followed that directive and doing something on that sheet is apparently what he got into trouble for. So cranky. So he's looking for jobs, and since he's in the medical field that's easier than it might be, but I'm still having bouts of massive financial insecurity. I bought $14 worth of groceries today for dinner and future meals and cringed at spending that much money. I'm making contingency plans, I've postponed subscription thingies and am contemplating canceling my hair appointment. And at the same time clinging to it because dammit ONE indulgence is going to stay. And it's not even that bad, we have savings and investments, it's entirely possible he'll be cleared, there are several other facilities including an entire hospital complex where he might get hired. I'm still freaking right the hell out.
Bleh, I don't know. I don't know what we're going to do, but we do have a safety net, including a familial one on both sides. And I have a steady job, and I'm picking up bits and pieces of overtime here and there, and. It's not that bad. I tell myself. It really isn't. It'll be okay.
In the meantime, writing. Writing, and getting work done, and doing all my jobs, and all of that. I have work to do, most of it doesn't even require an outlay of any money now that I have my school supplies and all the requisite software. I guess the first step in writing, too, is the next OC October post. One step at a time, bit by bit. We'll know one way or another by Monday, I think. So, writing.
If I can write with the cats climbing all over me. Oh, today's cat report, it definitely is Barton who's been harassing Little Bit, but we might have gotten him to ease up, or at least to the point where she'll come back around because all four of them (Little Bit, Barton, BatCat, and Cassius, not sure where Tasha's gone off to but she's sort of a few days every month cat) were there this morning. I got to pet Cassius, I remembered to put on my socks, even. But I didn't get to pet Little Bit. Aw.
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Date: 2015-10-16 12:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-10-16 05:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-10-17 09:15 pm (UTC)How does one write with multiple cats? I have just one and it is unpossible.