A Non-Flushing Toilet, Fall Break, and Vehicle Registration
I really don't hide the content of my posts in cryptic titles, do I?
This weekend was Fall Break, and I was ready for it. Unfortunately, I didn't do much, and so I don't feel particularly ready to get back into things. Something about this weather has me down, too. It's dreary outside, just cold enough to feel gloomy instead of crisp, and I cannot manage to find a pair of socks that keep my feet warm despite the usual sweating that all feet do. To inaugurate the fall weather, Syl and I did some sweater shopping this weekend, and bought a footstool at Ikea. I have a feeling that this little footstool, with a warm mug of apple cider, will make me forget about my sock woes.
Add to this a newly fixed toilet! It flushes, just like a toilet should, and I astound myself with the wonder that a functional household brings an inordinate measure of bliss.
Now I have "the real world" to get back to. When all I want to do is cuddle up with a mug of hot apple cider and knit with my feet warmly tucked under both myself and a blanket, it's difficult to read Theodore of Mopsuestia and think about papers. It's damned difficult to think that in a few short months, my M.Div will be halfway done. It's uncomfortable to think that no matter how hard I try, life and gloominess just catch up to me like a cold I cannot shake.
I also renewed my vehicle registration today, within an hour of finding the renewal forms in my mailbox. This required an emissions inspection and a trip to the county clerk's office. All within an hour (and with a slight Taco Bell maneuver in the middle). Like the trip back from Atlanta this morning, I was joined by Barbara Kingsolver on CD, a bottle of water, and the same sad gloomy weather that I've been fighting off for the past 48 hours. Maybe some knitting is just what the doctor ordered.
This weekend was Fall Break, and I was ready for it. Unfortunately, I didn't do much, and so I don't feel particularly ready to get back into things. Something about this weather has me down, too. It's dreary outside, just cold enough to feel gloomy instead of crisp, and I cannot manage to find a pair of socks that keep my feet warm despite the usual sweating that all feet do. To inaugurate the fall weather, Syl and I did some sweater shopping this weekend, and bought a footstool at Ikea. I have a feeling that this little footstool, with a warm mug of apple cider, will make me forget about my sock woes.
Add to this a newly fixed toilet! It flushes, just like a toilet should, and I astound myself with the wonder that a functional household brings an inordinate measure of bliss.
Now I have "the real world" to get back to. When all I want to do is cuddle up with a mug of hot apple cider and knit with my feet warmly tucked under both myself and a blanket, it's difficult to read Theodore of Mopsuestia and think about papers. It's damned difficult to think that in a few short months, my M.Div will be halfway done. It's uncomfortable to think that no matter how hard I try, life and gloominess just catch up to me like a cold I cannot shake.
I also renewed my vehicle registration today, within an hour of finding the renewal forms in my mailbox. This required an emissions inspection and a trip to the county clerk's office. All within an hour (and with a slight Taco Bell maneuver in the middle). Like the trip back from Atlanta this morning, I was joined by Barbara Kingsolver on CD, a bottle of water, and the same sad gloomy weather that I've been fighting off for the past 48 hours. Maybe some knitting is just what the doctor ordered.