News Update

I got the job.  I'll be a full-time office assistant, with all the usual stuff that entails, starting Wednesday.  And that's all I'm gonna say about that publicly.  

This should not count toward Biden's employment statistics, since I was never formally unemployed anyway, but that bastard will probably take credit.  I wonder how many others, like me, felt the need to go back to work because our dollars aren't stretching to meet this economy.  

Regardless, I'm in this one for the long haul.  It'll be good for me to go be productive in the world again.  I'll write at night and on the weekends, like I did when I first started writing seriously.  And like I did when I was homeschooling because that was the only time I had available.  Hell, even when I don't have anything else taking up my time, I write at night, so this won't be a big change.  

Hubs will be taking over all my chores.  He's already started.  The man's doing my dishes right now.  We're in negotiations as to whether he'll cook meals.  He says yes, I say no.  We'll see how it all shakes out.  I did everything while he was working because after the job he was doing, he needed to decompress after work and on the weekends.  This job will not be anywhere near as taxing as his was.  

Since tomorrow is my last day off for a while, I'm making my last batch of zucchini bread.  Well, the last of the shredded zukes from last summer anyway.  

I'll still try to do posts on at least Thursday and Sunday.  And Saturdays, if I've finished any books that week.  I'll still be stopping by blogs in the mornings.  Any comments to my blogs will be approved when I get home from work.  And I'll respond to emails then, too.  

I'm excited.  And a little nervous.  But it'll all be good.  

An Update of Sorts

Yesterday's Sunday Update was shunted aside in favor of something more important.  Not that there was much to cover from the previous week.  Nothing writerly got done.  I read some stuff.  I baked some stuff.  I did some active stuff.  Mostly, I sat on my ass, growing increasingly angry about things outside my control.

I'm thankful every day that we chose to move out to the middle of nowhere.  Less chance of getting the 'Rona here.  Less chance of getting in the middle of these stupid riots.  Less chance of getting looted, etc. 

I'd be a whole lot better off if I avoided the news, but I don't.  I keep as up to date as my sanity allows because I don't want something major to go down and be caught off guard.   I mostly read the news in the mornings.  Then I scan through headlines off and on throughout the day.  I can only take about 7 minutes at a time.  Sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. 

Right now, almost all my stress relief valves are squonky.  Walking?  Too damn hot.  Baking?  Too damn hot.  Cleaning?  Too damn hot.  Fishing?  It's too damn hot and the water's too high. Thrift shopping?  Well, the 'Rona has that all fucked up.  Writing?  My brain's spending too much time swirling in the chaos to focus on putting stories together.  About the only things I have left are reading and TV.  And TV ain't lookin' too good these days either.  So, I'm reading.

In better news, I'm starting to see deer with slimmer waistlines and full udders, which means BABIES!  They're out there somewhere.  Hopefully, it won't be too long before we see them.

In other nice news, my original hydrangea is covered with big, beautiful, clusters of white flowers that will turn pink and then darken to rose over the course of the summer.  And my second hydrangea is doing well, considering what it's been through.  Maybe that one will bloom next year.

And that's it for today.  But it's early yet.  Fingers crossed today brings something better for us all.

The Back/Neck/Shoulder Thing

If you missed seeing a post yesterday on Outside the Box, I was trying to limit my time on the computer in an effort to get over the damn back/neck/shoulder pain.  I sat here only long enough to edit a few pages at a time and then back to the recliner.  Off and on all day.  Since it seems to be working, it's likely going to be more of the same today. 

Except in addition to editing, I also have spreadsheets to do.  That stuff requires hunching over sheets of paper with my eyeglasses on and a magnifying glass in hand, entering lines of data.  Life would be so much easier if the manufacturers emailed the spreadsheets, but since they don't, I have to work with what I have.  :shrug:

On the upside, my malady has recovered enough that I can read again.  Also, in small spurts to not aggravate the issue.  But I'm reading.

Hubs asked if perhaps I was thinking about going to a doctor.  My first answer was 'Nope'.  My second answer was 'Actually, I have been thinking about it and the decision was 'nope'. What are they going to do?'  To which he said, "I don't know.  Maybe give you muscle relaxants?"  Which was when I reminded him that I am allergic to muscle relaxants.  A fact discovered the first time I pulled the same damn muscle in my back in 1988, humping luggage up three flights of stairs during college orientation.  Got home, went to the doctor who prescribed a muscle relaxant, and hello to the cure being worse than the injury.  I'm never going to try that again, lemme tell ya.

On the upside, this particular back thing hasn't bothered me in years, and it's more annoying than anything.  I have things to do and do not have time to be laid up.  But, as Sunday taught me, I'd better take some time to take things slower or I'll be screwed.  (Sunday morning I felt a little better, so I overdid it and Sunday night I paid the price.) 

And to that end, I've been sitting in this chair long enough now that I'd better get off the computer for a while.  Just to be safe.  I'll be around on and off to check comments, though. 

Peace out.