I spent the last two evenings bagging fiberglass insulation which Eor pulled down out of the barn ceiling because mice had been nesting in it. When I went to the barn just now to hang up my uniforms, realized that my path to the stairs was blocked by the Great Pyramid of garbage bags.
I have a list of things to do, Eor went to work even though he's sick, and it's overcast and I'm only making myself more depressed by having randomly taken on the endless task, today, of copying Mom's blogs for the last thirteen years into text files, one post at a time. This is probably stupid, especially when it brings up to mind the ways I failed her.
I need to stop wallowing, though, and go get a burn permit for this evening. Glad I set that alarm on my phone to shake me out.
Tea. Tea will help.
I have a list of things to do, Eor went to work even though he's sick, and it's overcast and I'm only making myself more depressed by having randomly taken on the endless task, today, of copying Mom's blogs for the last thirteen years into text files, one post at a time. This is probably stupid, especially when it brings up to mind the ways I failed her.
I need to stop wallowing, though, and go get a burn permit for this evening. Glad I set that alarm on my phone to shake me out.
Tea. Tea will help.