wandering the wind

I am taking a 15-minute break. Five of that will be taken up by making myself a cup of tea, the other 10 I get to spend here.[1]

My house is freezing and it's full of men. There is a gang of four taking the front door off it's hinges -- they've already finished with the windows. I had to move anything that was near a window so everything is higgledy-piggledy. (What a great word. Higgledy-piggledy. Isn't that a great word? I love that word.)

A day when the city you live in is under a "storm warning" is perhaps not the best choice for getting one's doors and windows all replaced, but then I've always been famous for my timing.

There is another two man team dismantling the water heater. There is much pounding and power tools. It's feeling like a very small house at this particular moment.

It's possible I may be a little bit, well, stoned. I have no been awake for 24 and one-half hours - I got home from work at 8am this morning, and have not been to bed yet during this particular rotation of the planet, due to the presence of the aforementioned men.

Who are all tiny. Much smaller than me. It's like being stuck in the Wizard of Oz. Yep, witch, house, short people... it's all there.

Except I don't remember Judy Garland having to deal with quite this much snow. But whatever.

Oops. Tea's boiled...

Five more minutes.

I have been tracking my time for the last couple of weeks. It's an interesting exercise, I get to see exactly what I do over the course of the day.

I was kind of expecting to find that there are places where it's wasted, where I could still squeeze some juice out. Nope. Five hours/day average amount of sleep. Two hours/day in breaks. 14 hours/day working. The final three hours is time spent at the gym, with friends, family or partners, misc shit I need to do to live like brushing my teeth and showering --

I really am living that life I've been bitching about.

I think I'm going to try the same exercise with money. Should be educational.

Times up. I go finish packing now. I am going to blow my stats all to hell by taking the weekend off and hanging around in Vegas with my girlfriend.

I wonder if they have beds in Navada...

Ah well. If all else fails, I shall be receiving a list this weekend. That ought to be good for some venting of spleen.

Be good. And if you can't be good, watch yer ass.

[1] I stole this bit from theferrett