Listening to my Muse and a new job...
I have a new job. Yay. I am pretty damn excited since the hours are extremely part time and I have all the time in the world to do other things outside of working, which means I can tend to the blind husband and do others things with ease. When I work, I always want to work on my creative writing since then I feel like a competition of time or importance becomes more prevalent. When I have all the time in the world, I just don't create...or at least I don't create like I would like to create...on a schedule.
I am not going to have time to go swimming tonight if Tom doesn't get our dinner soon. Honestly, I would rather go swimming than eat, but it is so damn cold. I am fully dressed with two sweaters on and it is still freezing in this damn apartment. There must be something to it. Time to check the windows and doors for a draft again...be right back...
Yeah, the idiots upstairs didn't close the outside front door properly...this is why my front room ends up freezing.
Oh GOC, my muse is screaming for my attention. Tend to the blind husband...I don't mean to put it that way. My husband went blind only a few years ago and he is pretty sedentary. I mean, if I ask for help, he is willing, but he isn't very self-sufficient. Plus, just the daily adjustment to the lifestyle has to be awful for him. I don't always feel sorry for him and I am trying not to coddle him, which I don't think I do since I know other people I know think I am sometimes too mean for their taste.
I have lost too much my friend. I have lost too much. Who in their right minds may remain happy in the face of such disappointment?
Only a fool with no dreams anymore and I can't stop dreaming.
I am not going to have time to go swimming tonight if Tom doesn't get our dinner soon. Honestly, I would rather go swimming than eat, but it is so damn cold. I am fully dressed with two sweaters on and it is still freezing in this damn apartment. There must be something to it. Time to check the windows and doors for a draft again...be right back...
Yeah, the idiots upstairs didn't close the outside front door properly...this is why my front room ends up freezing.
Oh GOC, my muse is screaming for my attention. Tend to the blind husband...I don't mean to put it that way. My husband went blind only a few years ago and he is pretty sedentary. I mean, if I ask for help, he is willing, but he isn't very self-sufficient. Plus, just the daily adjustment to the lifestyle has to be awful for him. I don't always feel sorry for him and I am trying not to coddle him, which I don't think I do since I know other people I know think I am sometimes too mean for their taste.
I have lost too much my friend. I have lost too much. Who in their right minds may remain happy in the face of such disappointment?
Only a fool with no dreams anymore and I can't stop dreaming.