I'm bone weary of the cleaning. We're so very close to done -- and I'm not even considering stopping, I'm just going to keep slogging through, one foot in front of the other -- but I'm so. very. tired. I'm also tense about K's visit, deeply distressed about my sister, feeling spiritually disconnected, and feeling lonely in that way that you only ( Read more... )

Many years ago, one of the last times I was feeling this spiritually disconnected, I experienced a moment of grace, standing out in the rain, listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik on the banged up old portable radio I usually used for listening to CBSFM. It was... the night before my 19th birthday, I think. It recalibrated something inside me, ( Read more... )

The week's priority is getting back into our usual routines ( Read more... )

* dishes
* wash front hall
* wash back hall
* 15 min my room
* sweep of back porch

* tidy Sarah's room
* sweep LR floor
* sweep DR floor
* sweep back hall floor
* wash DR floor

* 15 minutes bedroom
* 15 minutes my room
* wipe down/tidy up kitchen
* finish looking through cookbooks and do book sweep of LR
* front hall (floor, bookcase, etc.)

Take a break!

I finished everything on list #2 yesterday, and much, much more, but didn't want/need to keep coming up here once my friends arrived to help ( Read more... )

* lunch
* dishes
* DR table
* LR table
* bookcase

Things have been going fairly well. Last weekend was hard -- spending the weekend in Queens with M, trying to keep up a cheerful demeanor while being pretty thoroughly bummed -- but manageable. I texted Joe a lot (not calling, because he was spending the weekend doing a Nostalgia tour of Queens with old friends of his, and I didn't want to ( Read more... )

Jeez. Every time I talk to my sister on the phone, these days, I'm useless for the rest of the week, just walking around like this drippy emo mess. It's embarrassing ( Read more... )