I have five assignments due in the next 2-3 days. That’s 2000 words per. It sounds like a lot, and it would be if I had to do them all in one day, but I can spread them out and do two a day for the next couple days, which isn’t so bad. That’s the bummer about the work I do sometimes is I have only a few days to do a lot of work. Much of it is time-management, which I am getting a little bit better at. I didn’t work on any of them today because I had other responsibilities I was neglecting. Namely, my house was falling down around my ears.
My dog, Penny is shedding right now, going through her springtime molt, where she is surrounded by a haze of white fluff as she replaces Winter’s coat with Summer’s. It’s ridiculous. Yesterday I had some life get in the way, and had to go to Laramie to buy dog food and some groceries. It’s good excuse to get out of town. Today, I decided I could no longer deal with a sink full of dishes and drifts of yellow lab fur all over the house. I’ve been working my guts out all week and just didn’t have the time to deal with it. So, the last couple of days, I got my adulting under control. I did dishes for two hours today, vacuumed, washed sheets and bedspreads and all of that. I still have laundry to fold and some other straightening up to do, but I no longer feel like I’m living in a trap house.
Tonight I’m listening to a podcast and I might do a little writing for myself, which I haven’t had a chance to do this week. Enjoying my second cup of coffee too. I might drink it black, because lately the sugar and milk gets in the way of that bitter coffee deliciousness. My breath probably smells awful from all the coffee I drink, but once again those are some benefits of being single. Nobody cares about my stank breath but me.
I can’t believe we are already nearly halfway through the year. I’m not sure what to make of that at all. Things don’t seem to have gotten any better since March 2020. They are getting worse. I think we might be witnessing the end of America. Weird considering so many of us go through our lives saying “I wish I had been born at an important time in History. Well, folks, ask and ye shall receive.
Sorry to end the post on a bit of a down note. Just in my thoughts a lot lately about how nothing has made sense for the last two years plus.