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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
The bachelor life just never ends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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, … <\/p>\n