Um, yeah, I have noticed that I haven’t been writing but thanks to those of you who pointed it out.
Since I obviously need to write about something; here’s my note to the teacher begging an excused absence.
I have been work-busy, but it’s been good busy, the kind that makes me feel almost competent. Yeah, I know it surprises the crap out of me too. For the record people, Corporate Tiff has made an appearance or two, but mostly it’s regular, funny, coffee-swilling Tiff I see and occasionally work out with. That project she’s in charge of is uber-ugly and seems to have a blood supply of it’s own, because it appears to be getting bigger/uglier on a weekly basis. It’s like a Little Shop of Horrors without Steve Martin and all the cool songs; which pretty much means it sucks. HARD.
At home I’ve had a plethora of work-getting-ready-to-get done. Or as my old boss used to say “I’m getting ready to get busy”.. the impending arrival of my puppy has inspired a flurry of activity around the old homestead. I think when women are pregnant they refer to this as ‘nesting’ so if it’s not too weird to be doing that for a puppy arrival, I’m nesting - and if it is too weird - you name it.
I have a bunch of “little” jobs (read: shit I cant’ do because I don’t own things called “stud finder” or“dry wall anchors”) and I don’t have the foggiest idea how to hang a new storm door without chopping off my hand or the head of my dog, or dig a hole in my back yard (that’s right I can’t dig a hole, apparently there are roughly a bskillion different kinds of SHOVELS and I bought the wrong ones, so after 10 minutes of trying to dig a hole I decided that somewhere there had to someone I could PAY for this task) that a wonderful handyman is doing for me. Just as soon as I buy the new door and pay the man.
I’m also finally going to get around to painting my bathroom – I painted the master bedroom over the Thanksgiving holiday and it’s high time the bathroom matched – especially since the color in there now is like, hmm.. pea soup? which is fine for say, pea soup, but not for a bathroom. Well, at least not my bathroom.
To top things off, I’ve been feeling more than a little unwell. Unwell enough that I finally made an appointment to see my doctor. Who, when I told her my plethora of symptoms and the duration she got all doctor-y and sent me off for x-rays and blood tests, handing me prescriptions for sleeping pills and things. This is not the response I wanted. I was hoping more for a pat on the head and some dismissive doctor talk about sleep and maybe vitamins or something.. So, almost a week later, I’m waiting for test results. If she thought I wasn’t sleeping well before she should check out my sleep patterns now.
There you have it. My, I’m too distracted to sit down and type excuses. Pretty lame, I know, but you are dealing with the newly, and potentially chronically sleep-deprived. This was fun when I was in college, now, not so much.
Sooner or later, I’ll get re-focused and maybe even have a creative thought.
For now, I gotta get my Bob Vila on and get some sleep and not necessarily in that order.