At least Rebecca doesn't have leaves to rake anymore!
Lately my anxiety has been coming at me hard again. I really hate this turn-the-clocks-back time of year, and the election results haven't helped. My roommate has told me that she's tired of listening to me complain about things, and I can't blame her. I feel almost just like I did at this time of year back in 2019; right at six months after we moved in, I started having a lot of catastrophizing worries about the house. I remember so well not wanting to leave work and go home, then sitting outside on the front steps with Sassafras because I didn't want to go inside. Now I'm feeling exactly that way again, except that Sassafras died two years ago, and I'm sitting on the front steps with Ash. She's getting to be very sweet and friendly, but I don't know if she'll ever be an inside cat. (Of course, I said that about Pippa not that long ago, too, and she's curled up on the rug next to me right now. :) )
My roommate has been working long hours lately, and that doesn't help, either. I get too freaked out whenever I'm home alone. I think about all the things I've lived through in the last five years, and you'd think I would feel more on top of things now, but I sure don't. In a weird way, I think the Covid-19 pandemic and the tornado both kinda helped my anxiety. They reminded me that sometimes crappy things just happen, and it's beyond my control.
Speaking of the tornado, I cleaned the gutters and mowed the backyard last weekend before this rain system moved in. Most of the leaves are still waiting to fall, but I should only have to mow once more to mulch them all. I'm not exaggerating when I say that before the tornado took out most of the trees, I could rake and mow and mulch for entire weekends and still not make a single dent in the leaves!
Currently reading The Girl in the Red Coat.
My roommate has been working long hours lately, and that doesn't help, either. I get too freaked out whenever I'm home alone. I think about all the things I've lived through in the last five years, and you'd think I would feel more on top of things now, but I sure don't. In a weird way, I think the Covid-19 pandemic and the tornado both kinda helped my anxiety. They reminded me that sometimes crappy things just happen, and it's beyond my control.
Speaking of the tornado, I cleaned the gutters and mowed the backyard last weekend before this rain system moved in. Most of the leaves are still waiting to fall, but I should only have to mow once more to mulch them all. I'm not exaggerating when I say that before the tornado took out most of the trees, I could rake and mow and mulch for entire weekends and still not make a single dent in the leaves!
Currently reading The Girl in the Red Coat.