It’s been an exhausting week of work, weather swings, lack of sleep, panic over the end of work, lack of preparedness for job searching, house selling and buying, and well, basically everything. How fun!
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| Friday morning sky. |
The ride to work included one of my favorite songs from the 1990s -- "This is the Day" by The The. There was some car singing, especially the chorus of "This is the day - your life will surely change. This is the day - when things fall into place." It seemed like a positive omen.
There was an offer made on the house, which felt promising and exciting until I saw it. Then there was a counteroffer, and then a counter-counter offer and it’s requiring careful consideration. The stakes feel a bit high, and it’s stressful. Things did not feel like they were falling into place. It felt more like things were at risk of falling apart and the peppy chorus lied to me.
This weekend I’ll pack up the work laptop and its assorted cables
for transport to the office on Monday. The monitor is optional, and deciding
whether to keep it or not just feels like more work. If I keep it, it’s one
more thing to eventually pack and move. But there could be regret with not
keeping it. At least the monitor decision is a low stakes issue.
If only there was a crystal ball or a fortune teller to tell
me the answers.
There were no traffic jams or road rage witnessed on the drive home, which was a huge plus. At home, I crashed on the couch and sat there for four or five hours, staring in the general direction of the TV. Thinking has been postponed until tomorrow. The catatonic state was paused long enough to order a food delivery (seafood platter) and eat half of it. After that, there was more staring accompanied by yawning. I can’t wait to sleep. Maybe a dream will show how the things will fall into place so everyone feels like a winner.
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