Tired. Run down.
I've been running at an unusual full-tilt lately, and I think it's starting to catch up with me. I can't decide whether I might be coming down with a cold, or if I'm simply a little tired and overly busy and feeling run-down from that. Either way, I'm feeling like I'm running on low wattage this morning.
Having Ian taking care of everything at home has been a wonderful silver lining for me in the cloud of his current unemployment. He's really been great. It's so wonderful to come home to a clean house everyday! Since I went back to work last August, I just sort of despaired of enjoying that pleasure on a regular basis. Ian's been doing all the laundry, all the shopping, too -- bliss! Since there is little more for me to do in the way of housework, it's freed up a lot of my time outside the office. I've been making more social plans, or at least accepting more invitations... maybe? Now that I review, actually there weren't so many new plans as intended obligations like birthdays and my in-laws' visit which just eventually came up on the calendar. Either way, we've been unusually busy... and I'm feeling the effects of it.
Ian's parents are currently in town, and will be here through Wednesday. I like them a lot, so it's definitely a happy visit. We were therefore "on" all weekend, however. Ian needs so much more alone time, and down time than I do, so I'm sure that by Wednesday, he will be completely all about, "Turn out the light, surface dweller!" and will lock himself in the Man Cave for the foreseeable future. I can't blame him. I'd like to do a little of the same myself!
Speaking of the foreseeable future -- I got nothin', really. It's been one month since the NetDevil layoffs; one month from now, notice on renewal on our apartment lease is due. We're waiting to hear from the head hunter Ian employed. We decided to give him three weeks from the point of first contact before the next step; I need to check the calendar, but I think that's coming up soon. Apparently I'm fond of the semi-colon today. Yep. Whole lotta nothing on that front.
I hope there is some news of some kind soon, however -- I'm starting to feel "rootsy." It feels a little safe to make some short-term plans, or think of taking some knitting or crafting classes that interest me. (Netting? Basket weaving? (No, I'm not kidding.)) The deadline to sign up for academic classes in the Fall locally is soon. I'm starting to reattach myself to this place emotionally, and if my heart is going to get torn out when we move, and I have to readjust my whole outlook and plan for life, then I want to do it sooner rather than later.
In financial news, we received our tax returns, and that put our savings back over the limit of acceptability in my mind. Our savings are now back where they were when we moved to Colorado last summer, so you can imagine my relief there. I still don't like that we're getting so much back in taxes every year, but until it makes sense to itemize, I'm desperately afraid of ending up with an unwelcome and surprise tax bill at the end of the year. That situation will just have to stay as-is for now. Even if it's a free loan to the government, at least we are getting money back in a nice chunk, so I really can't feel too torn up about that, now can I?
ACS, one of Ian's student loan providers from his Guildhall tuition, is pissing me off. Last year, one of Ian's original providers, Panhandle Plains, sold Ian's loans to ACS. The transfer was not smooth, and largely we blamed the problems we experienced on Panhandle Plains. Just in the past month, we received notice that Wells Fargo has now sold Ian's loans to ACS. The silver lining here is that now all of Ian's student loans will be with one company, and that is actually easier administration for us -- one check to one place instead of the three loan providers we had at one point. ACS is obnoxiously disorganized, however -- and you better believe this is a big old red flag for me to get more serious about tracking every monthly payment to make sure they're being applied properly. Ian is already on their books, and his account number is his Social Security number (standard for student loans), so not hard to distinguish who he is. We pay our bills on time every month without fail. Same with Wells Fargo. Both providers have all our up-to-date contact information. Yet for whatever reason, ACS couldn't figure that out, and felt the need to send - I kid you not - SIX LETTERS to Ian's mother (who is a reference for him), saying, "We can't find Ian, can you locate him for us?" Dipshits. It's so obnoxious. I called ACS this morning, and sure enough, there's Ian in their system, all contact information is current and correct. They have no record of sending these six letters, and blow it off as, "Oh, we just wanted to confirm we had the right contact information." You know, that's just not cool. Ian's mother is very cool, however, so it's not really a problem, per se -- it's just embarrassing. I feel like ACS makes us looks like deadbeats, and I hate having to assure Ian's parents that indeed we pay all our bills on time. That's unnecessary, and I'm irritated with ACS for putting me in the position where I feel that justification is necessary. Grrrr. Curse you, Aquascum!
Saw "Suckerpunch" on Friday night, and I was a little disappointed with it. The visual effects are indeed very cool. My childhood friend Jason summed it up nicely, though, "This movie is too complex for stupid people, and too shallow for smart people." In other words, I wanted either less plot with more boobs, guns, and an R rating (it was PG-13), or I wanted more plot, enough to explain what the hell was actually going in this movie. I didn't really dislike the movie, exactly; I just sort of failed to like it. (And there's another semi-colon. It's nuts!)
That's about it.
Trace
P.S. Oh yeah, included with thinking of plans for local activities, I've got the option to go month-to-month for $40 at the World's Most Expensive and Fancy Gym directly adjacent to my apartment complex. All water aerobics and yoga classes are included. I am at least as far in my decision making as wanting to use my guest passes to check it out. This is the start of real motivation.
Having Ian taking care of everything at home has been a wonderful silver lining for me in the cloud of his current unemployment. He's really been great. It's so wonderful to come home to a clean house everyday! Since I went back to work last August, I just sort of despaired of enjoying that pleasure on a regular basis. Ian's been doing all the laundry, all the shopping, too -- bliss! Since there is little more for me to do in the way of housework, it's freed up a lot of my time outside the office. I've been making more social plans, or at least accepting more invitations... maybe? Now that I review, actually there weren't so many new plans as intended obligations like birthdays and my in-laws' visit which just eventually came up on the calendar. Either way, we've been unusually busy... and I'm feeling the effects of it.
Ian's parents are currently in town, and will be here through Wednesday. I like them a lot, so it's definitely a happy visit. We were therefore "on" all weekend, however. Ian needs so much more alone time, and down time than I do, so I'm sure that by Wednesday, he will be completely all about, "Turn out the light, surface dweller!" and will lock himself in the Man Cave for the foreseeable future. I can't blame him. I'd like to do a little of the same myself!
Speaking of the foreseeable future -- I got nothin', really. It's been one month since the NetDevil layoffs; one month from now, notice on renewal on our apartment lease is due. We're waiting to hear from the head hunter Ian employed. We decided to give him three weeks from the point of first contact before the next step; I need to check the calendar, but I think that's coming up soon. Apparently I'm fond of the semi-colon today. Yep. Whole lotta nothing on that front.
I hope there is some news of some kind soon, however -- I'm starting to feel "rootsy." It feels a little safe to make some short-term plans, or think of taking some knitting or crafting classes that interest me. (Netting? Basket weaving? (No, I'm not kidding.)) The deadline to sign up for academic classes in the Fall locally is soon. I'm starting to reattach myself to this place emotionally, and if my heart is going to get torn out when we move, and I have to readjust my whole outlook and plan for life, then I want to do it sooner rather than later.
In financial news, we received our tax returns, and that put our savings back over the limit of acceptability in my mind. Our savings are now back where they were when we moved to Colorado last summer, so you can imagine my relief there. I still don't like that we're getting so much back in taxes every year, but until it makes sense to itemize, I'm desperately afraid of ending up with an unwelcome and surprise tax bill at the end of the year. That situation will just have to stay as-is for now. Even if it's a free loan to the government, at least we are getting money back in a nice chunk, so I really can't feel too torn up about that, now can I?
ACS, one of Ian's student loan providers from his Guildhall tuition, is pissing me off. Last year, one of Ian's original providers, Panhandle Plains, sold Ian's loans to ACS. The transfer was not smooth, and largely we blamed the problems we experienced on Panhandle Plains. Just in the past month, we received notice that Wells Fargo has now sold Ian's loans to ACS. The silver lining here is that now all of Ian's student loans will be with one company, and that is actually easier administration for us -- one check to one place instead of the three loan providers we had at one point. ACS is obnoxiously disorganized, however -- and you better believe this is a big old red flag for me to get more serious about tracking every monthly payment to make sure they're being applied properly. Ian is already on their books, and his account number is his Social Security number (standard for student loans), so not hard to distinguish who he is. We pay our bills on time every month without fail. Same with Wells Fargo. Both providers have all our up-to-date contact information. Yet for whatever reason, ACS couldn't figure that out, and felt the need to send - I kid you not - SIX LETTERS to Ian's mother (who is a reference for him), saying, "We can't find Ian, can you locate him for us?" Dipshits. It's so obnoxious. I called ACS this morning, and sure enough, there's Ian in their system, all contact information is current and correct. They have no record of sending these six letters, and blow it off as, "Oh, we just wanted to confirm we had the right contact information." You know, that's just not cool. Ian's mother is very cool, however, so it's not really a problem, per se -- it's just embarrassing. I feel like ACS makes us looks like deadbeats, and I hate having to assure Ian's parents that indeed we pay all our bills on time. That's unnecessary, and I'm irritated with ACS for putting me in the position where I feel that justification is necessary. Grrrr. Curse you, Aquascum!
Saw "Suckerpunch" on Friday night, and I was a little disappointed with it. The visual effects are indeed very cool. My childhood friend Jason summed it up nicely, though, "This movie is too complex for stupid people, and too shallow for smart people." In other words, I wanted either less plot with more boobs, guns, and an R rating (it was PG-13), or I wanted more plot, enough to explain what the hell was actually going in this movie. I didn't really dislike the movie, exactly; I just sort of failed to like it. (And there's another semi-colon. It's nuts!)
That's about it.
Trace
P.S. Oh yeah, included with thinking of plans for local activities, I've got the option to go month-to-month for $40 at the World's Most Expensive and Fancy Gym directly adjacent to my apartment complex. All water aerobics and yoga classes are included. I am at least as far in my decision making as wanting to use my guest passes to check it out. This is the start of real motivation.