The Clock Is Ticking

[crockpotcauldron]

Good news today on the Bad Things front. They're still Bad Things, and not going as well as hoped, but it looks like they're wrapping up in a non-disastrous way. With any luck, I'm out of here in a bit more than a week. God, I want to be out of here. I miss my cats, I miss my parents, I miss civilization, I miss warmth, I miss my grandparents whose visit to Florida has been slowly trickling to an end as I am stuck here.

I'm so ready to go home. While I was gone, my parents went hog wild with renovations, so I don't currently have a tiled floor or any furniture in my room, and they destroyed a certain amount of the wall too, but they have assured me it will all be replaced before I get home. It's gonna be a project, unfucking my entire room from the boxes or whatever they threw it in. I hope they took pictures of the bookshelf before unloading it. But hell, at least it's home. I hope my cat will forgive me.

I have a stack of postcards left, and have been promised a trip to the fabric store, where I have a coupon waiting for me. A significant amount of my morale is built on that $10 coupon. Just the possibility of a nice quiet time in the fabric store looking at pretty things I can have and sew with really helps me get through this shit. The kiddo is about to go to bed, and I can have some nice quiet time with my spindles.

Comments

[which_chick]

Hang in there! A week and change is not so long. You can do it! (I say this knowing full well that I can only tolerate about a week of vacation before I want to be back home at my house, even if vacation is super-fun and not stressful.)

[crockpotcauldron]

I can't believe I've only been here two and a half weeks. It seems like a million years. I'm measuring my time in loaves of bread and tiny travel bottles of shampoo.