It’s been hard. I feel like work is the only thing that’s keeping me together: Friday rolls around and I suddenly don’t know what to do with myself.
As the place is feeling more comfortable I’ve been getting more into the garden. I’ve got a line trimmer and a blower, a little saw and I’ve been taming the jungle outside. I’m pretty happy with how it’s going but I need a lawn mower and I don’t really want to spend any more money on this stuff. I will, of course, but let’s make sure I’m actually going to get paid first.
Lately I’ve been feeling nostalgic for the before times, which prompted me to ride into the valley today before work. I went to the art store and bought a couple of sketchbooks to doodle in. I’ve got the desk out the back where it gets some sun, figure that’s a good spot to get back into drawing.
Now it’s Friday, 2am, and I can’t sleep. I haven’t been sleeping. I’m supposed to call Shawn in the morning. I’m supposed to work normal Australian hours tomorrow. Then suddenly it’s the weekend again.