Right nostril causing me to sniff cause I am too lazy to get tissues. Grateful that tomorrow is Friday. I’ve worked at least 2.5 hours extra already this week, so I will be able to go home even earlier than usual. When I finish my 30 hours, I go home. So when I get home on Friday, I have the rest of that day, Saturday, Sunday, Monday off. (Yes, always have Monday off — my choice as a 75% time worker.)
Then work Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and off Friday holiday. So, next weekend will be Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. Hey, I could get to like this! The only disadvantage is that I don’t accrue vacation time and sick leave quite as quickly as working full time….. and, oh yes, I earn only 75% of what I used to earn. But the payoff is in that extra day off each week. Mondays are mine.
What will happen to me if/when the furloughs begin? I don’t know, and do not plan to stop to figure it out until the edict is out.
Now, I am just wondering where I’m headed from here. Someone told me yesterday that I should just carry on as long as I feel like I am on the right track, and if there’s a blip somewhere (my word, not his) I should stop at that moment and reassess the progress, possibly taking another route from that point.
Basically, I can admit that when all is said and done, I feel quite peaceful and happy once again. There were a few months when it was questionable, but the man thing is behind me — that sounds ominous! — and the obsessive compulsive behavior that propelled me nearly into oblivion has ceased.
This evening, as I drove into my apartment complex, I felt I was in the ghetto. This is absolutely the first place I have ever lived where there are lowlifes hanging around every corner. I rarely come in after dark. I know, I know….. a grey haired old woman doesn’t interest anyone. Just the same, I need to feel peaceful, and do once I get inside the apartment. I think.
I do miss curtains open and windows opened until certain hours. Ground floor living is kind of a bummer in an apartment complex. And of course I am a freakazoid about snoopy people whose eyes are drawn to any light in a window. Fortunately, only those who are well over 6′ tall, and those in apartments with a choice view of my windows (one or two this time of year when the trees are covered with leaves) can see into the living room.
Used to love throwing open the front and back doors in the old place. It had safety screens, and the windows were quite high from the ground, oh well. I’m here now, and have been for just over two months. I can make it another few months.
Don’t you just hate it when you bite the inside of your lower lip. I still don’t know how I did it a couple of days ago, but it still bugs me.
Thinking about sleep takes me to my bed in a moment. Sleeping better in the past few days.
Saw a bit of Giulietta Masina in Juliet of the Spirits tonight. She is one of my absolute favourite actresses. I would have watched more, but it was in subtitles, and I was doing something that kept me from watching the screen 100% of the time. Not a good thing when listening/watching an Italian film in Italian.
Surprised to read that she died just 5 months after her husband, Federico Fellini. What a pair.
And if you don’t know already, Anthony Quinn does not speak Italian! Isn’t she lovely? That was a bit of the first film in which I ever saw her.
Good night, friends.
Later………….
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