Home = disaster. I should probably spend the entire holiday weekend cleaning.
Work = interesting. My boss came up to me after the town hall and said “You got it half right” (I had offered my predictions as to what would happen). I have help now for the biggest project and I am fervently thankful for my team mates.
Personal life = large tub of anomie. Church is over for the year but meetings continue (I missed one recently). I have no significant other and no prospect of either meeting or converting one. Unfortunately this has health implications and my health is definitely getting worse. I could complain, but of course that’s a recipe for inviting suggestions, and I don’t want to do that either. I am completely stalled on any of my projects, and while I can cheerfully and honestly say that I am not suicidal (because I’m not… I don’t think about it and I don’t consider it a fix for my problems) I am enervated and sad and wish I could lie on a beach for a week, which, alas, is not going to happen. Besides, I have to clean my room, if only to find my fucking checkbook.
