Mixed Bag
Well, it seems that staying home is a mixed bag. Yes, it’s nice not having to be up and at work…but I am bored.
And the condo is extremely clean since I did the cleaning blitz yesterday. And I mean SUPER clean…it’s not like I even did a half-assed job that I can really even go back and improve upon my work. I guess I could go work on cleaning up the second bedroom. Right now that is kind of a catch-all for all my crap. Good thing I don’t have a roommate at this point; there is really no place to put them. Actually, I’m thinking I can run down to my storage unit and get my kitchen glasses. Funny story there: they were one of the maybe 10 line-item things I asked for in the divorce. Why? They had been a special gift from my grandmother when I got married. They are really good quality ones from Williams-Sonoma…and they totally match the ones I remember her having since I was a very little girl. But really, what can I do right now? I’m kind of thinking of even sorting through my clothes and getting rid of the shit I know I’m never going to wear again. I can make another trip to the thrift store. My walk-in closet is full, yet I wear the same week’s worth of clothing at any given time. I should really be able to par that down to my favorite summer and winter stuff.
And I’m still freezing my ass off…but I did have kind of a good idea. In all my junk, I remembered having a space heater. Yes, I feel ridiculous using it when I have central heating and it’s like 50 degrees outside, but the central heating just isn’t warming me up at all. At least this way I can have hot air blowing directly on me…it feels heavenly after days on end of being cold. Take that, Thyroid!!!
And the condo is extremely clean since I did the cleaning blitz yesterday. And I mean SUPER clean…it’s not like I even did a half-assed job that I can really even go back and improve upon my work. I guess I could go work on cleaning up the second bedroom. Right now that is kind of a catch-all for all my crap. Good thing I don’t have a roommate at this point; there is really no place to put them. Actually, I’m thinking I can run down to my storage unit and get my kitchen glasses. Funny story there: they were one of the maybe 10 line-item things I asked for in the divorce. Why? They had been a special gift from my grandmother when I got married. They are really good quality ones from Williams-Sonoma…and they totally match the ones I remember her having since I was a very little girl. But really, what can I do right now? I’m kind of thinking of even sorting through my clothes and getting rid of the shit I know I’m never going to wear again. I can make another trip to the thrift store. My walk-in closet is full, yet I wear the same week’s worth of clothing at any given time. I should really be able to par that down to my favorite summer and winter stuff.
And I’m still freezing my ass off…but I did have kind of a good idea. In all my junk, I remembered having a space heater. Yes, I feel ridiculous using it when I have central heating and it’s like 50 degrees outside, but the central heating just isn’t warming me up at all. At least this way I can have hot air blowing directly on me…it feels heavenly after days on end of being cold. Take that, Thyroid!!!