The past month has been rough.
The financial stresses of COVID-related work changes – a necessary break from one contract and a sudden inexplicable (but welcome) demand from another – have compounded with the emotional complications of visiting family and the grief/relief of saying goodbye to our last-living (now deceased) and probably last-ever pet.
Since July 20th, I have:
- given myself time off from a contract that was killing me, only to go to work full-boar on my house after
- the Bad Kitty was put to sleep, because
- pet damage — and it was BAD at the end; COVID restrictions kept my cat from getting the veterinary care he needed — meant there was nothing I could do but
- rip out 400 sq ft of carpeting (that’s a workout, letmetellya!) before
- boarding a plane (yes, I flew) (domestically) to
- visit my family, during which time I
- spent some time puking my guts out, but
- hung out with my nieces (and my aunt, and my sister and my mom) for about a week, and upon return from said domestic-travel adventure
- pulled 400 pounds worth of furniture out of various rooms in my house and
- emptied closets, in preparation for
- installing new carpeting,
- refinishing hardwood floors,
- and other assorted remodeling tasks that I am attempting to finish within the next year because
- I AM READY TO MOVE AWAY
Oh, and I started working right away as soon as I returned from my family visit as well, which means I’ve been doing all of this chaos-inducing crap in between appointments and during my tiredest/crankiest hours.
: exhale :
But I’m good.
As Frozone would say: I’m good.
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