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I declined to make the shopping run earlier because I didn't feel up to driving that far. It's only like a 15 or 20 minute drive, on fairly quiet roads. Now that I've eaten I have to decide whether to go get the groceries, or go back to sleep. I'm so fucking useless.
I have now gotten caught up on every single Yahell group I belong to, and checked in on some I haven't looked at in months. (Which didn't take long - apparently since the changeover from clubs, most of the groups are severely languishing.) I've exhausted most of my normal distractions. The only things left are start packing the things to move, or possibly try to write a story. I don't think I have the physical stamina for the former, nor the brain for the latter.
I've even slept so much in the past couple of days that I don't want to do that anymore. It doesn't seem to make a difference that it was almost 3:30am before we got to bed last night, due to going to a friend's birthday party, and I got up shortly after 8am. I'm all messed up on my sleep schedual.
I could go have a chat with my neighbor. Her dogs, particularly the St. Bernards, are getting more pushy, lately. Not that I think they'd hurt anyone, I really don't, they're big wusses, really. But where the people who are buying our house have a toddler-child, they might get nervous about the big, loud, dogs. It would be fair to give her a heads-up so she can maybe not start off on the wrong foot with them.
I have now gotten caught up on every single Yahell group I belong to, and checked in on some I haven't looked at in months. (Which didn't take long - apparently since the changeover from clubs, most of the groups are severely languishing.) I've exhausted most of my normal distractions. The only things left are start packing the things to move, or possibly try to write a story. I don't think I have the physical stamina for the former, nor the brain for the latter.
I've even slept so much in the past couple of days that I don't want to do that anymore. It doesn't seem to make a difference that it was almost 3:30am before we got to bed last night, due to going to a friend's birthday party, and I got up shortly after 8am. I'm all messed up on my sleep schedual.
I could go have a chat with my neighbor. Her dogs, particularly the St. Bernards, are getting more pushy, lately. Not that I think they'd hurt anyone, I really don't, they're big wusses, really. But where the people who are buying our house have a toddler-child, they might get nervous about the big, loud, dogs. It would be fair to give her a heads-up so she can maybe not start off on the wrong foot with them.