Okay. I’m tired of this shit. How it is that the only time i seem to find to sit down and write here is on a Sunday afternoon when i’m trying to bring my day to an end is just a categorical failure on my part. But if i sit back and think about it, there’s kind of a reason for it.
When i’m at work, people request things of me via phone, email, Teams, Outlook and our ticketing system. In addition to helping people resolve their issues and answer their questions, i have other administrative tasks that i have to complete- not least of which is creating tickets for all of the requests i get and then resolving them.
My day is unpredictable, stressful and by the time i get home, i’m utterly spent. This is a massive reason why i haven’t been to the gym since January and is probably a large reason why i haven’t even tried to find anyone to date in a very long time.
And then there’s Saturday. I’m stuck in a fugue state on Saturdays. Sure, i’m awake but only marginally functional. I can manage to get some chores done but i can’t be bothered to do anything that requires exertion or mental focus.
That leaves Sunday. Sunday is the only day where i have any energy – energy spent today mowing my back yard, lopping some branches and using my weed trimmer. It’s also the only day i like to go into Bellingham for food, fuel and anything else that i might need.
Then by the time i sit down to hammer out some thoughts here, or to paint (i’ll post my latest in a day or two), it’s a race against the clock before i have to get my sheets on my bed (there is just something so… sublime about sleeping on fresh, clean percale sheets), deal with my laundry and hopefully read a little before i have to go to sleep.
And that’s where i am now. I have about 10 minutes before i have to… oh fuck me, i forgot to put my sheets in the dryer. And i haven’t eaten since lunch.
The bachelor life just never ends.