Shorter days, cooler nights, freezing-my-butt-off mornings because I refuse to close the windows until it’s officially September – all indications that another summer is slowly but surely biting the dust.
Since summer hours are ending, we have been advised of a work schedule change starting next month. It is just plain weird and gives me all over the place shifts and long tedious mega days in a row interspersed with three and four-day weekends. Yep. No one asked me for my input. But I believe in karma and that the instigator will eventually end up in hell, so it’s all good.
For several days I’ve been moving furniture around, preparing for the delivery of a new bed, which arrives this afternoon. They promised. I confirmed. They will haul it in and set it up. Good thing, because both my arms are broken. Last night I moved the present bed to its new location, leaving a big empty space in my bedroom, and myself with the dilemma of where to go for the night. It’s a big people-empty house with a lot of choices. I went all the way across the hall. So much for an adventurous spirit. I can’t believe how much noisier it is over there where the window faces the street. And how not firm the mattress is. And how much brighter it is in the morning facing north-east. There’s more than one reason why we give that bedroom to guests I guess.
Anyway, W – if you’re reading this – Surprise! It’s pretty much a done deal and there’s nothing you can do about it now. Don’t go off and leave me unsupervised for long stretches of time if you expect everything to remain the same.
As if anything stays the same forever. I’m going to have to see a doctor about my carpel tunnel soon I think. All this moving stuff about hasn’t done the condition any favors and now my right hand goes tingley and numb more often than I’d like. Never would be a better option for this symptom. It’s gone from annoying to just this side of worrisome. So of course I’m trying to ignore it until the time comes when I drop something really important and breakable.
There are other things happening that are too new to talk about yet. Some days I feel like one of those Joe Palooka punching dolls that gets knocked around and keeps bobbing back up for more. This too shall pass. The strong shall survive. And probably complete wimps like me will too.
In the meantime, life goes on, and we all pretend we’re normal. The sun is still shining, the grass is still green. I have brand new sheets for my brand new bed, in a color called “toast”. Frankly I would never eat a piece of toast if it was that color, but for sheets it’s okay. The lights will be off anyway so it doesn’t matter.
Okay! Nothing much left to do until the exciting DELIVERY and nowhere to go until it happens. I’m off to enjoy the last holy Thursday of this disappearing month.