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Feb. 21st, 2014 09:56 am( Gaeilge )
Well. Yesterday was a day. And by a day I mean a massive yoyo of emotions and nothing resembling routine, and today was... marginally better? Instead of my usual fucking off/tidying/writing routine when work is quiet I spent most of the day pounding on my own psyche by finishing the photo album for grandpa.
Someone just suggested I bake cookies. I think that actually has to happen tonight. Ginger cookies. I'm sure I have all the materials somewhere.
On the plus side, I suppose, there is a prospect of shopping for the media center. We've turned Tasha loose. I have all my tax materials next to my computer so doing my taxes should actually only be a matter of punching in the numbers into the program. Next year will require the appointment with the tax preparer, but until then. And, looking at my calendar for the weekend, I've allowed sufficient time to fall apart or otherwise do nothing but curl up on the couch and watch Fringe, so that's good. Or frantically clean the house if that's the mood I'm in, which at this rate it might be. If I can't bring my grandfather back from the brink of death by old age and a very long, thoroughly lived life, I can at least clean my fucking house.
God that was maudlin. I'm reasonably sure this is the last stage before exhausted acceptance, but damn. Maudlin.
Okay, so. We've apparently got a lot of things either for scheduling or that we want to do in Portland. We need to make sure they don't all collide, which, so far they don't seem to be. I might start putting things on the calendar though. I am... not exactly caught up but not behind where I should be on writing, and since I think all the Portland panic is settled the only obstacle I have to getting where I need to be is grandpa stuff. Maybe I should push some harder on the writing, then. Do more weekend batch cooking for certain so dinner doesn't take as long on weekdays, make sauces ahead of time, etc. Um. No, at this point I'm just thinking out loud, which reminds me to check in with the girls. So, I'll go do that then!
Well. Yesterday was a day. And by a day I mean a massive yoyo of emotions and nothing resembling routine, and today was... marginally better? Instead of my usual fucking off/tidying/writing routine when work is quiet I spent most of the day pounding on my own psyche by finishing the photo album for grandpa.
Someone just suggested I bake cookies. I think that actually has to happen tonight. Ginger cookies. I'm sure I have all the materials somewhere.
On the plus side, I suppose, there is a prospect of shopping for the media center. We've turned Tasha loose. I have all my tax materials next to my computer so doing my taxes should actually only be a matter of punching in the numbers into the program. Next year will require the appointment with the tax preparer, but until then. And, looking at my calendar for the weekend, I've allowed sufficient time to fall apart or otherwise do nothing but curl up on the couch and watch Fringe, so that's good. Or frantically clean the house if that's the mood I'm in, which at this rate it might be. If I can't bring my grandfather back from the brink of death by old age and a very long, thoroughly lived life, I can at least clean my fucking house.
God that was maudlin. I'm reasonably sure this is the last stage before exhausted acceptance, but damn. Maudlin.
Okay, so. We've apparently got a lot of things either for scheduling or that we want to do in Portland. We need to make sure they don't all collide, which, so far they don't seem to be. I might start putting things on the calendar though. I am... not exactly caught up but not behind where I should be on writing, and since I think all the Portland panic is settled the only obstacle I have to getting where I need to be is grandpa stuff. Maybe I should push some harder on the writing, then. Do more weekend batch cooking for certain so dinner doesn't take as long on weekdays, make sauces ahead of time, etc. Um. No, at this point I'm just thinking out loud, which reminds me to check in with the girls. So, I'll go do that then!