My schedule of transit/work/transit/sleep/repeat really bogged me down this week. By yesterday I was thoroughly exhausted. Fortunately I have today off, then work tomorrow and then have the weekend off. There was a rumour I might meet a certain CS/LJ/NWN/IRC buddy this weekend, but haven’t heard anything specific yet.
Our computers, my guitar, Adam’s keyboard, and our bikes should be here by tomorrow. We were hoping they’d get here today, but they haven’t arrived yet, so chances are they’ll be in tomorrow. This means that I’ll be able to scan my sister’s wedding photos, finally. If she wants prints, however, she’ll have to send me some cash. I just don’t have the money right now to get them done.
Someone at work yesterday asked me why I bothered. At the time, I was exhausted, moody, blurry-headed, and sick of sitting on a bus for 3 hours. I was hard-pressed to give her an answer. We really do need to move soon. I can only be zen about the commute for so long. I expect to have days where I just want to give up and forget about it – I’m just hoping that they don’t happen too often.
Otherwise there’s nothing going on in my life. Adam’s still at home every day, bored and wishing he had work, or at least his computer and keyboard. The cats are the same as ever. I really like spending time with my mom, when I get a chance to. It’s good to be close to her again. And the mountains are still the greatest thing ever.
In the past five days I’ve read four Charles De Lint books, and I’m half-way through Wild Animus, which I started yesterday. I’ll have to release Wild Animus into the great unknown once I’m done with it. I’m not yet sure how I feel about the book, but I’m still reading it, so I guess it can’t be bad…