My thoughts have been too disorganized to blog this week - I come home tired and I just can't focus on forming complete sentences. Work stress is crazy, family stress only slightly less so. I haven't painted a bit all week, because every evening is spent on the phone or online, talking various family members off various ledges. I wonder who'll talk ME off the ledge? I woke up at 4 this morning, though I did fall asleep around 9 last night. Strange stress dreams, mainly work related.
Not much holiday stress though, because I refuse to get sucked into it. Most of my shopping is done. I do need to do a bit tonight on my way home (sending "close the office early" telepathic messages to management) and I need to wrap some stuff. Girlchild will be home Sunday, Monday and Tuesday we will stimulate the economy vigorously. Although she has no interest in knitting, she wants to get into beading, (yaaay!) so The Bead Bar is on the agenda for Monday's shopping tour. Wednesday I work, Thursday I work but I'm sure the office will close early. Then I'm off Friday through Tuesday.
Carpet install is scheduled for January 8th. They could have done it sooner - can you believe those guys will be working on New Year's DAY!? But I just don't have the time or energy to rush to get the hall painted, and I've decided I do need to switch to a lighter off-white paint color for the hall. I'll probably ring in the new year with a roller in my hand. Whoo-hoo.
Knitting = leper bandage. I've got about two feet done. It's lowering my blood pressure. I also have a strange urge to teach myself Tunisian crochet, so I'll be fooling around with that a tad on my days off.
I've been spending some time reflecting on this crazy year - mostly while I'm sitting in traffic. This has been a very difficult six months, between the hurricanes and home improvement projects and job stress and the Boy's brush with death in the car wreck, I feel like too much has happened in a short period of time. We've had a lifetime's worth of drama in the past couple of years, and I feel like it's all catching up with me right now. This has been a crazy, tough year, but in a lot of ways, a good one. I not only survived my first full year of widowhood, but literally passed through the eyes of two hurricanes alone, and drove through the backside of Frances like a lunatic, just me and the dog. I took on and survived my first big home remodeling project, and I love the results. My job is driving me nuts, but I love most of the people I work with, and enjoy the cases - it certainly is never dull, and it could be much worse. I could do with less drama in 2005, though. More fun, less drama, please, God?
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