Category: journal
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So This is Christmas…
Just checking in to let you know I did okay today. Possibly because I tried to be pretty damn gentle on myself, and mostly succeeded. It helped that the kids gifts went over well, the food was plentiful, and expectations were if not low they were at least realistic. The company of my ex-wife also…
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All About Eve…
I’m having a slow day today. A bit of a house tidy up, and a good forensic scrub of the kitchen in preparation for Christmas meal preparation. It’s been a few years since I attempted a traditional Christmas, even pre pandemic I wasn’t great at it. So this year I’m taking a small run at…
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Might Just Lie Down (again)…
Anyone else starting to feel a bit worn out by things? No? Just me then. Maybe I took the whole last couple of years to personally, that whole pandemic, crap health, poor choices, dying relatives thing has slightly dampened my enthusiasm for life, and the impending Christmas shenanigans in less than a week aren’t helping.…
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Clean Room Chronicles Pt 2…
At 9am this morning my room was almost 95% done, as long as you didn’t look in the closets of course. Luckily I’m single and no but me ever opens my closets, so as long I keep the doors closed it’s fine. An hour later… Total carnage that in no way helps any visible parts…
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My Mom is Ghost Rider…
I find it difficult to be in the same room as my mother for more than 15mins before arguments start. I should probably mention my mother finds herself constantly surrounded by people who can’t be around her without starting an argument. She’s very unlucky like that, I guess she just attracts argumentative people? So why…
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Daze…
I honestly thought it was Friday today (it’s Tuesday), the constantly juggling everything singlehanded doesn’t require knowing what day it is apparently. Dates matter, the days they fall on not so much. My calendar is filled with little markers on the numbers, I rarely even notice if it has a little F or W above…
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Ghosts of Christmas Past…
I’m trying to be all tinsel and baubles this year, because I feel like all the ghosts arrived at the same time to tag team me. Do any children of divorce enjoy Christmas? Competitive gift giving, one year here one year there, 12 days of pressure. Every Christmas from 8-18 was incrementally worse, and it…
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I’ve Got the Beard For It…
So maybe I should become a Viking? Wear a tunic, learn to throw an axe, and so on. It might be nice to have an interest that gets me out and about. I’m much more likely to plat my beard and go to a renaissance fair than I am to barrack for a sports team.…
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Where’s My Off Switch?
It’s not having lots to do that’s exhausting me, it’s the constantly thinking about the things I have to do that really interferes with my life. I’m not great at just being in the moment and leaving stuff at work, and I really want to be. I’m either worrying about it or doing it, and…
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