Good Lord, it has been awhile since I have updated this thing. In truth, I think often of how I've documented my life for the past almost TWENTY TWO years. I also realized I stopped writing in my planner when I had changed my full-time job out of the Volcano Harbor. Uh, since then, I've quit that full-time job, picked up a few contracts with ( Read more... )

Our house looks like a Christmas bomb went off, cardboard boxes and storage totes still on the floor.  Fidget had just gone in the attic this past Sunday, dragging down stockings and reindeer and blow-up penguin mailboxes.  I did decorate the office space behind me for a Zoom office party whatever, but that holiday energy never got to come ( Read more... )

Last night, I came home feeling guilty for the state my house was in. Typically, it's because we're clutter bugs. I used to think it would be great if Fidget was just a tiny bit neater than I was, in order to promote overall tidiness. Instead, we both live like 12-year-old boys ( Read more... )

Their laundry, combined with sheets and some clothes of ours, is spinning in my dryer. Fidget is in the process of getting ready to go over to their condo with me; we'll drag bags of meat and vegetables, do our little 4th celebration on a George Foreman. Neither house is really in the progress of accepting company ( Read more... )

This year's Christmas was much different than last, or even those that had come before it. We were alone this year, just Fidget and myself, along with our two cats. His family was seemingly MIA and mine were still in Florida ( Read more... )

Now that my law test is passed and I'm officially not studying for, well, anything, I find my mind is going back to those DIY projects I have had strewn about the house for years. I did buy the brackets for shelving in the bathroom, and was able to use some of the negative energy into wallpapering the bathroom wall with cookbooks. It looks really ( Read more... )

I've felt the need to write sporadically over the past couple weeks, but then feel as though I couldn't put all of it together. There's times where I'm struggling, and then times where I'm elated. I know that the swings are relatively normal and expected, especially with the thought that the other shoe will drop and Volcano Harbor doesn't really ( Read more... )

I am yet again being held out of the call center. They're having "technological issues," so we haven't had work since last FRIDAY. I got another phone call this afternoon saying they're closed for the rest of the week. I am so, so done with this contract. I spoke with my temp agency representative and said that I was considering my contract ( Read more... )

My house is quieting down, a friend leaving after the ball dropped four hours ago. The road is alive with ambulances and sirens- myself and Otter Bucket tell him not to go that way.

We cleaned today, joking that the best way to put a house in order is to throw a party in it. I didn't really know originally if it would be a big party, but protecting ( Read more... )

Sometimes it takes a cathartic experience to truly release and realize there is still hope. Drawing up knees to the chest, making the roof of the mouth hurt, trying to make a tall frame small; these things sometimes need to happen for change to occur ( Read more... )