Warhead On Legs

So, last night I managed to do most of the work at converting the bathroom greenhouse back into a bathroom again. (And now it's cluttered all over with stuff again, but most of that stuff is Home Depot items I haven't put away yet.) Stayed up till 1am doing that, organizing other stuff, okay fine.

Woke up this morning at 7 am. Inexplicably did not roll back over and go back to sleep. I felt both exhausted and very awake at the same time. Eventually grabbed a shower, got dressed, staggered downstairs, dragged the boy out to Home Depot very crankily, I have to admit, but I've been cranky for a few days out of stress and fear and I think by now he realizes that and is down to nudging me when I'm being too much so. Anyway. Home depot. Got batteries, got light bulbs, got the dust buster hand-held vacuum I've been meaning to get for the office rug and it'll work well on the couch and loveseat, too. Got some plants to get back to in-house gardening again, I have thyme and some oregano growing on the side of the house still, but no basil and no parsley which I forgot to stock up on before it all went down. Got a bigger and nice ceramic pot to repot the jade wannabe-tree into.

Did not fucking remember to get the shower head which was the other main reason (light bulbs were the first) we were going to Home Depot. Goddammit.

So I ordered one online. That and a bag of blood meal for the berry bushes got me free shipping, and why not. That was my necessary purchase of the day, and then I bought a bunch more nail polishes from the stamping place because I have a lot of stress and no willpower, and that was my comfort purchase of the day. And now I am on lockdown, my brain is on lockdown in the sense that I feel like the portcullis has slammed shut where my front walk meets the sidewalk, and it's time to get to work.

That being, mostly, the work of doing creative stuff and cleaning the house and doing gardening. All of which I find reassuring and fulfilling! I got a bunch of writing done this morning and I think part of it is due to taking a break to go out back in the sun and mix up a new bucketful of peat moss/pearlite mix for repotting the jade. I then had an entertaining conversation with myself wherein part of my brain worried that no, this is too much pearlite, the jade will starve of nutritian! and the rest of my brain smacked the first part around shrieking IT! IS! A! SUCCULENT! My preponderance of succulents is WHY I have a bucket for peat moss/pearlite mix in the first place. But no, I have to be nervous about everything these days.

And then, oh lordy. And then I went to work, crashing hard on the way to work because evidently six hours is not enough sleep for a stressed person. And then there were complicated orders to discuss and fill, and that continued all day, and my desk and shipping table remained a wreck even though I went in today with the express purpose of cleaning it up so people who do not live with hospital workers could go in and ship things and keep the store going. Now I'm going to go in next week, yes despite the lockdown, because it's more akin to going to a relative's house at this point and because there are exceptions made for maintaining the value of a business as long as everyone practices social distancing 6' apart etc. Well all our desks are 10' apart or more, and I think cleaning mine up so the people who live upstairs can come down and use the work area counts as maintaining the value of the business. I will print out the paperwork and show it to people if I have to, and I'm only going in to clean up. Shipping can wait until we're not on lockdown. Or be done by the people who live there.

Ugh. And I came home, and Mom wanted to test out Zoom for family chats so we did that after I wolfed down a couple of burgers because who has two thumbs and zero brain cells to remember to bring lunch? Me. This chick. Came home, wolfed down burgers, talked to Mom and baby sister, video-met baby sister's boyfriend, then went upstairs to pass the fuck out. Which I needed more than I thought because now that I'm awake again I just want to be asleep. It's almost midnight. I can manage that.

Okay all that aside, and now that I type it out boy today was a Lot. A tentative schedule for tomorrow, just to give me a framework for what I'm doing. Times negotiable, hours recommended. That is to say, I might shuffle things around some but the length of time doing things is what I'm aiming for.

8AM Wake up. Fall out of bed. Drag a comb across my head.
9.30AM I should be having breakfast around now. Put a face on, or at least some lipstick, because...
10AM Workstart! 2 hours of writing Bloodwives and Church Road. Maybe I can even FINISH Church Road, that'd be nice.
12-1PM Somewhere in here, lunch will be had.
1PM-2PM Gardening. Planting the herbs. Moving some of the many many pots of aloe up to the guest bedroom. Finding places for all the herbs, etc. Maybe planting some flower seeds somewhere.
2PM-3.15PM Taking notes on the Djinn mythology threads
3.30-4PM Virtually social time with the fam. What a concept! I'm actually really looking forward to this. If things weren't so damn chaotic I'd've learned how to play They Say It's Your Birthday on the guitar.
4PM-6PM Reading, research. 2 hours, as prescribed. This concludes the scheduled writing work for the day.
6PM-Midnight Dinner is pre-cooked chicken with some kind of simmer sauce, guitar practice, book reading, art, fucking around with video games, more writing if I feel inspired to it. Cleaning, probably. The unscheduled time. I want to get the office working again now that I've torn it apart stashing things and moving things and rearranging things, but we'll see how much progress I make.

I just typed project instead of progress. I'm going to sleep now.