It just feels... off

Today felt like Sunday. All day. Very strange.

Tomorrow I leave for the South (Massachusetts) for work, which means it ought to be a Monday, which means today should be Sunday. Only it's not. And it's been screwing with me all day.

I never got out of my pajamas today - slept in, make two batches of bagels to use as sustenance for me while I'm gone and for L while I'm gone. She loves egg bagels, and the pumpernickel ones, too. Sure feels like Sunday there.

I've done all I can to to prepare for tomorrow's trip. I've made lists and lists and more lists and really all there is for me to do is just get on the road and do it. Actually, there is a ton of stuff that is in limbo right now. Like the suitcase can't be fully packed until morning when I pack my toiletries kit and my good toothpaste. And when I pack my good C-Pap. No way I'm using the spare for a whole week - I'd be unfit to drive coming home.

I'll have to pack the usual last-minute things too. Some grocery stuff, the laptop, cell phone, camera and all associated chargers. I have to pack my big book, my daily reader book and my serenity. I'm going to need it this week.

And honesty, I'll need it because the job I am going to do is a tough one that will require all of my brains and brawn and tools and every bit of delicate touch I can muster. It's going to be a fussy one, that's for sure, and I will be hard pressed to get it all done in the time I have allotted. I may have to pay a guy or two to haul the debris downstairs and out to my truck, but that's ok. It'll be worth it if it helps get things done in time.

This post is really something of a space-filler. I need one for today and I don't have much to talk about, so you get whatever falls out of my forehead onto the keyboard. I have a list of profound, deep, thought-provoking topics stuck to my computer, but I just haven't got the gumption to start one of them right now. Perhaps tomorrow after I get settled in.

I'm itchy to get going now. I'm ready. Emotionally, tool-wise, everything is pretty much ready to go.

But I'll stay. I think I'll take a nice long shower now before bed. Pack my good new slippers in my suitcase so they'll be ready to go. Enjoy a snuggle with L and the diminutive pooch. Maybe watch a ball game. The Pats are out of the playoffs (an 11-win team is out, but an 8-8 buncha schmoes is in?!?! That's a crime!) so I don't much care what happens now. But I'll watch the big guys chase the ball up and down the field. Maybe make some popcorn. Enjoy the last 16 hours or so I have left here before I leave my bed and my home for a week.

Matter of fact, I'm going to go do that now. See you tomorrow from down south. I'll be the one skulking behind the gymnasium.

Frazzled.

OK, so I am presently working on three jobs. Well, actually I am sitting in my pajamas at the kitchen table, but you get what I mean. I have three jobs in progress right now.

I have the big sunporch job - very cool.
I have the world's smallest tiled shower stall - cramped, but still cool.
I have the landscaping-keep-the-hill-from-falling-down job - promises to be cool, but could be just cold and miserable.

So the windows came in on the big job, and I'm a little nervous about putting them in, but tonight I talked with a friend of mine who is a carpenter with much more experience than me and he has agreed to come help. His knowledge alone is worth all that I will pay him.

The tiled bathroom has to come first, though. I have it partway done and I need to get it finished so I can go do the windows without interruption. The landscaping job can wait. The kicker is I really want to have the tile and sunporch jobs done by the end of the month. After all, how much landscaping does a girl really want to do in Maine in December? Not a lot, I can assure you.

My issue is my own lack of organization when it comes to paperwork. That and my menopausal memory is at the whim and mercy of my hormones, which seem to be doing funky-ass things this week. Night sweats three nights out of five this week. Some the week before as well. I forget nouns. Easy nouns. Like sandwich. Or people I know. yeah. frustrating as hell. So I've got paperwork strewn from one end of the house to the other in no particular order, with sketches and phone numbers and ideas and grocery lists and all kinds of crap mixed in.

And the sad truth is that tomorrow, I have to organize it. We need to clean in advance of Thanksgiving anyway, so tomorrow we're going to bite the bullet and clean the kitchen and dining rooms. Maybe I'll take pictures, it depends on my mood. We've made a pact. We can have football on in the other room so we can listen, but our work will be out here. I have a sinking feeling that this is going to involve large trash barrels and lots and lots of file folders. Bleah.

No great topics tonight. Perhaps after cleaning tomorrow I will be inspired.