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the_siobhanI keep meaning to post an update and then I never do. In part I think because not much seems to change week-to-week. Work kicks my ass, I go home exhausted, I try to deal with house & bills on the weekends. Lather, rinse, repeat.
This round of house-purging is almost done, fi-fucking-nally. It would be a lot faster and neater if I were capable of just looking at something and saying, "Nope, we don't need it" and throwing/giving it away. Instead it's like peeling an onion, getting rid of objects in gradual stages. Only in real life when I am confronted by an onion I just cut it in half and rip off the whole outer layer in two goes, and in the metaphor I'm restricted to taking off one skin at a time and I need recuperation periods in between. So never mind, it's nothing at all like actually peeling an onion.
Don't mind me. I have a particularly exhausting version of a cold virus and my Evil Overlords insisted everybody come start work at 8AM today so they can close the office early. There's some kind of big holiday coming up or something. Joke's on them; I'm so tired already that even that minor sleep disruption has left me so fogged and scattered I'm practically useless.
So far the living arrangements look like they might work out okay, given that we are going through the inevitable amount of knocking against each others' rough edges in such a small house. D's cats are happy with all the extra space and attention, and we all know that's the outcome that really counts. one of them in particular has decided that Axel is his second-favourite human in the world and has taken to following him around and sleeping on his desk. This makes Axel very happy because he is officially a Big Goober around animals.
Another 70 minutes and I can get the hell out of here.
See you on the flip side.
This round of house-purging is almost done, fi-fucking-nally. It would be a lot faster and neater if I were capable of just looking at something and saying, "Nope, we don't need it" and throwing/giving it away. Instead it's like peeling an onion, getting rid of objects in gradual stages. Only in real life when I am confronted by an onion I just cut it in half and rip off the whole outer layer in two goes, and in the metaphor I'm restricted to taking off one skin at a time and I need recuperation periods in between. So never mind, it's nothing at all like actually peeling an onion.
Don't mind me. I have a particularly exhausting version of a cold virus and my Evil Overlords insisted everybody come start work at 8AM today so they can close the office early. There's some kind of big holiday coming up or something. Joke's on them; I'm so tired already that even that minor sleep disruption has left me so fogged and scattered I'm practically useless.
So far the living arrangements look like they might work out okay, given that we are going through the inevitable amount of knocking against each others' rough edges in such a small house. D's cats are happy with all the extra space and attention, and we all know that's the outcome that really counts. one of them in particular has decided that Axel is his second-favourite human in the world and has taken to following him around and sleeping on his desk. This makes Axel very happy because he is officially a Big Goober around animals.
Another 70 minutes and I can get the hell out of here.
See you on the flip side.