Right now, I'm at parents' place, babysitting their dogs while my mum is on the Canary Islands with one of her friends, and my stepdad is working. I've been here since Saturday late afternoon/early evening, and I'll go home on Saturday around lunch.
It's okay, I guess. But... I find it ridiculously difficult to write while here. Even harder than when I'm in my own home. :( Part of it is the surroundings. I haven't yet found a good place to sit and write. I'm sort of stuck on a sofa here, because the laptop battery is sort of wonky and short, and it seems to not be an inspiring spot. Part of it is the fact that one of the dogs is in his late puppies, and is more than a handful. ;) But even now while he's asleep, I can't write... I am disappoint at myself.
Maybe it's that there's no real peace and quiet here? Or too much quiet. I don't have any good way of playing my music, and even though I have my iPod, I sort of want to be able to hear if the pup is doing things he's not allowed to. And he gets entangled in all wires... He's the lappiest lapdog ever, and we're having a bit of a power struggle over who's the Master of the Couch. LOL I will win, because I'm a firm believer in dogs not being allowed willy-nilly on couches. But I'll have to convince mum of this as well. ;) She used to be hardcore about this as well, but I think the pup has been such a demon that she's allowing some things out of sheer exhaustion. And he has a terrifying skill of puppy-eye stare!
Anyway... Plumber was here this morning to fix leaking radiator upstairs, which means that they can now put the flooring back on again in my mum's walk-in closet (and she can access her clothes! That will make her happy). And I almost starved to death (hyperbole!) because it took ages and I was keeping the dogs somewhat "calm" in the living room... It was a brilliant way to start the day. AHAHAHHAHAHH! <- this is me laughing hysterically, btw. ;)
This evening, the stepdad is apparently picking up coworker E so she can sleep over here for some reason that has so far eluded me. I guess... am I alone tomorrow night? Is that why? Is she supposed to work with something out here tomorrow? I have no idea... I just know I am not keen. It's quite enough looking after the dogs; I don't also want to look after her. (Okay, so she's a grown woman, but I *know* that I will have to coach her and listen to all her fears and troubles regarding her recent maybe-breakup and give advice and stuff, and I just don't have the energy for that.)
It would be nice of this perpetual fatigue would just go away. It makes life really hard to get through in any kind of fun or joyful way.
But! I did have a lot of squee yesterday when I found mail for me!!! :D
I had an extra Christmas! Misumaru had sent me a huge goodie bag, with yummy Montezuma chocolate (oh gods, the chili/lime chocolate is divine!), very nice leaf tea, and a few packs of painkillers (which are awesome because they have triple-power so they do help, but we have nothing like it here)! Also, four bottles of nail polish! Four! Awesome colours, pretty purples and silver and crackle black! And just the other day I was thinking that I *need* a sparkly purple and a crackle black, and here it is! LOL She also gave me a naked Uruha in a box! \o/ Okay, so it's a drawing, but he's mine! Mine! :D
I love extra Christmases. :)
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