Still going strong
I thought maybe earlier in the day that I had cycled through the bit of mania I had last night but it’s back in full force tonight. Maybe it’s a night thing? I have no idea. So, I again feel like I could run a marathon and probably won’t be able to sleep without an Ambien. It’s irritating me because I hate that it flares up my anxiety. I don’t want to feel this way even though I could probably paint an entire canvas or stay up all night in the freezing cold taking long exposure night shots of stars or cars passing by. I won’t, though. It’s 36 degrees. I’m crazy but not stupid.
I sorted through my filing cabinet and boxed up the files I’ll have to put back in the damn thing when we get to the other house. It’s solid wood so it’ll be heavy to carry and leaving everything in it would make it even more ball-breaking than it already is. I seem to have this penchant for heavy furniture and I need to get over that. As I was sorting I found my stash of pictures taken of years gone by at the studio and places like JCPenney. I know it sounds blasphemous but with three kids (or one or two) I was too damn tired to take them myself. There were years I was lucky to get out of bed much less prepare for a masterpiece.
Gracie has a full-on cold so she stayed home from school today. I thought she felt hot this morning so I let her sleep in. Maybe she could have made it but her throat really hurt her and she was sneezing and congested. Since I stay home I figured I’d spare the other parents, many working, the hassle of my child passing on her germs and just continuing the cycle of infection. I called a friend of mine whose kids go to the same school and she was kind enough to drop off and pick up Iain from school. She’s a peach and if I can squeeze it, I really want to get her something for Christmas. It won’t be anything big but something to say thank you for the times she’s taken one of the kids to school so that I could stay home with the sick kid and not drag them out.
Tomorrow my goal is to get more done than I have in the last couple days. I’ll have to tackle my room which for this house is the parking lot for all the shit that doesn’t have a home. Being a post-war abode, the storage in this place is little. That’s one thing I look forward to in the new house — storage and lots of it.
