Sorry, new year.
As you might guess, miracles are stubbornly refusing to grace the home of Paulk, much to my dismay. Plus, I’m back at work after two weeks vacation and two weeks of doing buggerall wasn’t long enough to recharge. This getting old thing really sucks, although not as much as the alternative.
Not to mention the gas heater decided to crap itself (that or the gas line did – either way the pilot light went out and refuses to come back on) on Sunday, and we’ve got a two week wait until the repair/service people can get to us, so we’re substituting with two electric space heaters and it’s not working terribly well. My feet have been cold all day. Why can’t the heaters crap out in summer when it’s no problem to wait a couple of weeks for them to be fixed?
Honestly, the perversity of inanimate objects knows no bounds.
That said, I’ve heard rumors of bizarre things happening on the political side and rigorously avoided them. If the entire bloody country is going to go circling down the S-bend, I don’t want to know about it. I’d rather have my quiet not-quit-rural life in ignorance, thanks. I don’t have enough spoons to deal with the idiocy that is politics.
Hell, I don’t have enough spoons to deal with a lot of things these days. It’s why I’ve been hermiting so hard for the last few years. My stress tolerance has dropped to somewhere in the vicinity of zero – possibly even approaching absolute zero. The job takes up pretty much all my mental capacity, and just getting through life seems to be claiming everything else.
It would be nice if some miracle changed all that and gave me energy and such, but for now, it’s what it is and I’m doing what I can with it.
While being closely supervised, of course. The kittehs must keep a close watch on teh hooman since teh hooman is supposed to be providing pets and noms, not doing other things. Although I think Westley might be just a little too derpy to be supervising properly.