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Jan. 13th, 2020 12:45 pmI am le tired.
I got a fair amount done this weekend! Laundry, some cooking, laundry, a bunch of writing things, and I got to completely forget that I was going to have to upgrade to Win10 this week, so now I have to do that tonight instead of on the weekend when I have time. So that's fun. No, it isn't, really. I also need to remember to plug in my netbook to recharge just in case the upgrade doesn't go well, and ugh everything about that. But the weekend was good!
And I just. I'm tired. I have a day job, I don't have enough hours in the day to get all the other stuff I want to do done around that, and then I try to do it all on the weekend and stay up too late trying to get things done and now I am tired.
(And I think part of feeling pressed for time and unable to do the things i wanted to do is not making time for drawing and guitar out of writing time, which, I should remember to do that. I don't have any project deadlines I haven't given myself. It's fine.)
I'm still juggling too many projects for me to remember handily in any given moment but not so many that I can't remember it when I sit down and think about it, so that's nice. I'm rotating them pretty well, getting things done. The house was quiet, no emergencies. Apart from Murdock screaming his fool head off because one of the ferals was sitting on the outside windowsill. I had a minor panic and came bursting from the office thinking there was a raccoon in the house only to find a few of the other cats sitting on the floor staring at him all "Dude, chill. You're embarrassing us." and Murdock on the windowsill by the fireplace screaming, absolutely infuriated that there was another cat out there. I guess the windowsill was too close to his turf.
But. And? Thing? Writing projects! I need to finish a couple of them before I pick others back up. I also need to remember to make time to read books. But all in all, things are going surprisingly well and I still love working in the office. It's such a good office. It's cozy, it heats up well with the small space heater, it's got room on the desk for all the stuff I want and bookshelves for all the books I have, it's got room for my drawing things right now, in another I think at this point in March? Maybe? I'll get the lumber for the art supply shelf. But so far so wonderful. Life is surprisingly good. I'm wondering when something's going to hit me in the face next, a bit. Probably politics. It'll almost definitely be politics.
I got a fair amount done this weekend! Laundry, some cooking, laundry, a bunch of writing things, and I got to completely forget that I was going to have to upgrade to Win10 this week, so now I have to do that tonight instead of on the weekend when I have time. So that's fun. No, it isn't, really. I also need to remember to plug in my netbook to recharge just in case the upgrade doesn't go well, and ugh everything about that. But the weekend was good!
And I just. I'm tired. I have a day job, I don't have enough hours in the day to get all the other stuff I want to do done around that, and then I try to do it all on the weekend and stay up too late trying to get things done and now I am tired.
(And I think part of feeling pressed for time and unable to do the things i wanted to do is not making time for drawing and guitar out of writing time, which, I should remember to do that. I don't have any project deadlines I haven't given myself. It's fine.)
I'm still juggling too many projects for me to remember handily in any given moment but not so many that I can't remember it when I sit down and think about it, so that's nice. I'm rotating them pretty well, getting things done. The house was quiet, no emergencies. Apart from Murdock screaming his fool head off because one of the ferals was sitting on the outside windowsill. I had a minor panic and came bursting from the office thinking there was a raccoon in the house only to find a few of the other cats sitting on the floor staring at him all "Dude, chill. You're embarrassing us." and Murdock on the windowsill by the fireplace screaming, absolutely infuriated that there was another cat out there. I guess the windowsill was too close to his turf.
But. And? Thing? Writing projects! I need to finish a couple of them before I pick others back up. I also need to remember to make time to read books. But all in all, things are going surprisingly well and I still love working in the office. It's such a good office. It's cozy, it heats up well with the small space heater, it's got room on the desk for all the stuff I want and bookshelves for all the books I have, it's got room for my drawing things right now, in another I think at this point in March? Maybe? I'll get the lumber for the art supply shelf. But so far so wonderful. Life is surprisingly good. I'm wondering when something's going to hit me in the face next, a bit. Probably politics. It'll almost definitely be politics.