Word to describe the month: exhausting. It feels like I'm playing whack-a-mole. I just get one thing done and something new pops up. I had new struts done on my car and a recall taken care of. Then we decided to reside and put new windows in my old house that I rent out so that required more paperwork and decisions. I got my first cold in over a year and just crashed on Saturday. I had one week where I was gone every night after work except one. Introverts do not thrive on that at all.
Some of it was fun outings. Like I went and saw Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children with two friends after work one night. And I went to my first Lu La Roe party. And my husband and I went out for dinner to celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary. And revisited the Fred Smith Concrete Park one Sunday afternoon, otherwise known by me as the Weeping Angels of Wisconsin. Fellow Doctor Who fans, tell me I'm wrong.
|I feel like this picture accurately depicts how I look,|
both the paleness of my complexion and the circles under my eyes.
Watching: Not much of anything. NFL on Sundays, and reruns of The Big Bang Theory when I get home, but that's about it.
Working on: Keeping a routine. And staying on top of housework. Somehow, this is still a struggle for me. I get up almost three hours before I have to be to work, but usually spend that time doing laundry, dishes, packing lunch, making breakfast, and doing the odd jobs like hauling the trash out to the garage or to the curb if it's that day of the week, refilling my bird feeders, watering plants. Then it's time to get ready and it's off to work. After I get home, I make supper and then kind of just veg out. I may read a little, but I'm no getting nearly as much done as I did before. I've decided to start cutting my after work schedule back, because I have been so tired lately, even with getting enough sleep. I need to make time for fun writing and exercise and I just don't have the energy for that right now.
I also officially gave my notice at the hospital. I had stayed on casual after I quit because my new job was only going to be about 32 hour a week, but now I work just over 40 and the weekends are my only time to get stuff done. I also was planning on them only needing me once in a while but they never replaced me or another girl that left so they were asking me to work a lot more than expected and with Christmas right around the corner and feeling pressed for time anyway, I figured it was time to say goodbye.
Looking forward to: Things settling down. I feel like it's getting better, and my cold is pretty much gone, so I'm feeling optimistic for November.
Here's a few more pictures from the Concrete Park, as well as my cat being on the coffee table (which is not allowed, but I'm a horrible disciplinarian), and a picture of a surprise book that arrived in the mail Saturday from a good friend.