Antsy
That's how I feel. And when I think of ants, I think... Cordyceps. Because that's the way I think. So, I don't wanna be ant-like.
Anyway, it's mid-May. There's a lot to be done, less time to do it, and my body is still broken.
This weekend includes finishing our fence, getting the rest of the weeds out, planting peas, swiss chard, and anything else that will tolerate spring temperatures, a disturbing amount of housework (which you don't want to ask me about), and, hopefully, tilling up the potato field. There's a (probably temporary) upswing in volume at work, so the weekend is 2 days only. PT doesn't prohibit me from doing any of our stuff, but it does mean I'll be doing most of it in 20-30 minute increments.
As my weekends pick up in pace, so does everyone else's, so I guess I won't be seeing anyone again this summer without a massive effort. That sounds... wrong. I don't mind putting in effort in terms of making dinner or buying charcoal or driving or finding a kite before going to Ft. Williams or that sort of effort... it's the trying to find a day or even part of a day when I can get more than one person with a bit of free time that gets me, and it's compounded by the 'we're averaging about 48 hours or less a week of paid work time for BOTH of us so we can't drive down to Portland much' problem.
So, here I am, trying to fill my life with things that I like, but feeling a bit thwarted at almost every turn. It's the kind of feeling that normally would have me heading out the door for a mood-lifting 5k jog. Instead, I'm going to go fix food for work and head off to PT.
Seriously, any of my friends with time should plan to visit me before the hive kicks me out to face my doom alone.
Anyway, it's mid-May. There's a lot to be done, less time to do it, and my body is still broken.
This weekend includes finishing our fence, getting the rest of the weeds out, planting peas, swiss chard, and anything else that will tolerate spring temperatures, a disturbing amount of housework (which you don't want to ask me about), and, hopefully, tilling up the potato field. There's a (probably temporary) upswing in volume at work, so the weekend is 2 days only. PT doesn't prohibit me from doing any of our stuff, but it does mean I'll be doing most of it in 20-30 minute increments.
As my weekends pick up in pace, so does everyone else's, so I guess I won't be seeing anyone again this summer without a massive effort. That sounds... wrong. I don't mind putting in effort in terms of making dinner or buying charcoal or driving or finding a kite before going to Ft. Williams or that sort of effort... it's the trying to find a day or even part of a day when I can get more than one person with a bit of free time that gets me, and it's compounded by the 'we're averaging about 48 hours or less a week of paid work time for BOTH of us so we can't drive down to Portland much' problem.
So, here I am, trying to fill my life with things that I like, but feeling a bit thwarted at almost every turn. It's the kind of feeling that normally would have me heading out the door for a mood-lifting 5k jog. Instead, I'm going to go fix food for work and head off to PT.
Seriously, any of my friends with time should plan to visit me before the hive kicks me out to face my doom alone.