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Brrrr
This polar vortex or arctic invasion or whatever it is needs to Go Away.
I am not dealing well with this overenthusiastic advent of winter. Partly it's because we still have the stray cat in the (unheated, uninsulated, drafty) garage, and spending a couple hours a day out there with him is more up-close-and-personal with this sort of temperature than I would otherwise choose to be. (And then there's the executive overhead of constantly trying to find ways to make it less-cold for him.) Partly it's just that it's cold, and dark, and gray when it's not dark, and it's getting to me.
I am pleased, however, that shedding the time-demands of first the condo and then NaNo is making my days feel much less constrained and overloaded and, well, constantly behind schedule. I'm still not getting as much done as I would like and probably need to (yes, convention, I do remember you exist), but it's nice to be able to go spend half an hour with the stray cat and have it turn into an hour and that's okay. And to take care of minor little tasks like typing up the hastily-scribbled notes on the plumber's advice for maintaining the water heater properly, which have been sitting by the computer for two months now. (On a cardboard box, because that's what was to hand when he told me this stuff.)
I really must get on with both being con chair and doing Xmas cards (as my mom is no longer around to be the point of contact with the Christmas-card-extended family). But I'm enjoying not feeling Constantly! Late! All! The! Time!, and having the things I am getting done feeling like accomplishments and not derailments.
I am not dealing well with this overenthusiastic advent of winter. Partly it's because we still have the stray cat in the (unheated, uninsulated, drafty) garage, and spending a couple hours a day out there with him is more up-close-and-personal with this sort of temperature than I would otherwise choose to be. (And then there's the executive overhead of constantly trying to find ways to make it less-cold for him.) Partly it's just that it's cold, and dark, and gray when it's not dark, and it's getting to me.
I am pleased, however, that shedding the time-demands of first the condo and then NaNo is making my days feel much less constrained and overloaded and, well, constantly behind schedule. I'm still not getting as much done as I would like and probably need to (yes, convention, I do remember you exist), but it's nice to be able to go spend half an hour with the stray cat and have it turn into an hour and that's okay. And to take care of minor little tasks like typing up the hastily-scribbled notes on the plumber's advice for maintaining the water heater properly, which have been sitting by the computer for two months now. (On a cardboard box, because that's what was to hand when he told me this stuff.)
I really must get on with both being con chair and doing Xmas cards (as my mom is no longer around to be the point of contact with the Christmas-card-extended family). But I'm enjoying not feeling Constantly! Late! All! The! Time!, and having the things I am getting done feeling like accomplishments and not derailments.