|love the sky to death
||[Dec. 31st, 2016|03:38 pm]
Hemlock B. Bootsalotta
D brought this home earlier this week. He thought it was hilarious.
(OK, I think it's hilarious too.)
Most of my posts recently have been about the reading and writing thing, because quite frankly I don’t have much else going on. No money means no travel, and I've been feeling really exhausted by adult life lately so I haven't really been doing much else either.
I decided to take a break from the big book project for a while – I have to do some research to fill in some of the holes, so in the meantime I’ll work on some other ideas I have. Weekly beer-and-laptops sessions to resume shortly.
I have one more week at the temp role before I go back to the salt mines. Everybody has been lovely about telling me they wish I were staying. Even the department Director came by and told me that she tried to get me made permanent but she couldn’t get the extra budget approved. That does a lot for my confidence, I gotta tell you. I stepped away from old job because I was feeling like I was in a rut I couldn't get out of, and this makes me a lot less worried about going back and falling into the same old pit of despair.
The boys are going to a party tonight and I’ve decided I’m going to stay home and be introverted and enjoy having the house to myself. (That doesn't happen much any more.) Maybe I could do a little bit of writing. Maybe shed a tear or two.
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