It's been a minute since I gave thought to writing down what I think about anything really. Part of that is laziness, part of that is procrastination, part of that is just life I guess. And in no small part there is the matter of the intimidation factor of social media, the rise of blogs as the new magazine articles of the net and just a general feeling that I can't compete; so what would be the point in competing.
A few things occurred to me this morning. One is that I have a sheer unending hatred for owners who allow buildings to fall into such a state of disrepair that my morning sleep is disrupted by work crews slamming, pounding, ripping and reattaching at 8 am. Two is that I am thankful that someone thought it would be a good idea to fix the sides of the place I live. Although if they could have done it during a more temperate week, I would have been significantly less inconvenienced (see point one re sleep). Three I really don't like my hands all that much. This is probably not surprising. Most people have something about themselves they aren't happy with. Mine just happens to be my hands. Not so much in their appearance, but in their functionality. They ache constantly, they click painfully, and when cold weather shows up they flat out refuse to circulate blood. This has understandable long term consequences. Although today those consequences happen to be special compression gloves, electric hand warmers and the hellish exercise of typing, knitting, building, anything to keep them moving really.
This is nothing new. The cold morning routine varies depending on what I need to be doing that day. Recently I've been driving north roughly 90 minutes away to sit with a family member, and those mornings start anywhere between 4 and 6 am depending on how early/urgently I'm needed. Sometimes its easier those mornings since my car actually has a working heater. Sometimes it is so much harder because I'm still asleep mostly and the priority is waking up, not making sure all extremities have been properly accounted for. I've gotten better. It only takes that one time for that stomach dropping feeling of panic when you realize your hand isn't moving because you've managed to catch your pinky in the car door and you didn't feel it before you become a bit more paranoid of cold weather.
Ugh. train of thought derailed due to yet another emergency needing to be tended to right away.
Currently unemployed but employed to be on call for all family needs.
full time gig with gas paid
eh, it's a living
