It’s funny, the halfway brain that sprouts from sleep deprivation. I wake up at 05:30 but really I wake up on the bus in downtown Portland, trying to remember if I did basic things like dress myself and feed myself and not leave the front door wide open.
So far, I’m doing pretty well. (But let’s not jinx it.)
Many photos to catch up on! Nineteen, in fact. I may have a little bit of a preoccupation with flowers. To be fair, this city blooms gratuitously. And now ripe apples and plums are falling off the trees, sometimes knocking me in the head like a physics lesson.
Day 189 of Project 365: Daisydrops.
Day 190 of Project 365: On the road.
Day 191 of Project 365: Poppy up.
Day 192 of Project 365: Rosa.
Day 193 of Project 365: Foiled kitty.
Day 194 of Project 365: Biting the Bullet Journal.
Day 195 of Project 365: Hi, stranger.
Day 196 of Project 365: Requisite Prisma Selfie.
Day 197 of Project 365: Queen Anne’s Lace.
Day 198 of Project 365: Curly cat.
Day 199 of Project 365: OK Pokemon Go.
Day 200 of Project 365: Sparkly treat.
Day 201 of Project 365: Evening commute.
Day 202 of Project 365: Cousin George.
Day 203 of Project 365: Beaverton.
Day 204 of Project 365: Out of service.
Day 205 of Project 365: Anticipation.
Day 206 of Project 365: Daybed.
Day 207 of Project 365: One big orchard.
I’m still in love with my new job, but it is mentally and socially intense. Most evenings I come home and barely have enough energy to eat dinner. While my in-laws were in town, we managed a little weekend escape to Forest Grove, which I needed desperately.
Zen now reliably wakes me up with mournful howling before my alarm goes off. While FunkyPlaid is out of town I have taken to sleeping in my study downstairs so I can soothe her faster.
I tried to switch back to an electronic task list but my Bullet Journal is just too good.
I dealt with my mobile service woes, including a factory reset of my iPhone which sucked up a day and a half, one of those being a weekend day I was rather cranky to sacrifice at the altar of the capricious technology gods.
And I bought body lotion. Big deal, right? Well, it is my favorite, and I had been holding off on buying some until I had my own income again. It became a bit of a symbol, this body lotion, and I relished the anticipation.
O yeah, and I tried Pokémon Go! I am entertained by it but perhaps not as much as actual Pokémon fans or at least people who like wandering around with their phones out. Since the library is a Pokémon Gym, I regularly witness Pokémon Go players bumping into things. I try not to laugh.
Time for bed. Tonight I will rest well, being all caught up with my project. Well, for a few hours. Then Zen will start to sing …
Writing from: my study. Listening to: some episode of “Prison Break” I’m not really watching.
This cat is nineteen years old and she knows exactly how she wants to spend the rest of her life: lounging in the sun in our backyard.
As much as I would like to join her, I have running mojo to recapture. This evening I took a brisk walk to and around the park while listening to Spotify. Right when I was about to get very cranky indeed about a song being a direct ripoff of Duran Duran, I thought to look at my phone.
Tonight I took the WES commuter rail to the MAX light rail home. And then FunkyPlaid and I went out for some driving practice because I need to get my Oregon driver’s license ASAP. As much as I love public transit, 3 hours of commuting each weekday is draining.
Zen does not need to concern herself with such things. She spends her days lounging in the backyard, as happy as I’ve ever seen her.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: the tumble-dryer, because as soon as the laundry is done, I get to go to sleep.
Today FunkyPlaid and I ran some much-needed errands. Although we were slower and sneezier than is preferable, we got a lot done. The new lamp for my study arrived, too, which means it is finally getting cozy in here. Zen approves, as you can see.
Now I am going to really make her day by dumping some freshly tumble-dried laundry over her.