We’re all in a bit of a rut, I feel. It was so nice to get back together and start singing in September but it’s clear we’re not really going anywhere yet. We’re all doing our same old stuff, musically and otherwise, and I’m feeling a tad put out again over having no time. Chris is out of sorts over the disjointed recording process, and I’m finding it hard to care about any of it except the prospect of making extra money now and then.
Ah, well. We’ll get it sorted out somehow.
I’m also cognizant that I have to save a chunk of money so the mortgage will get paid while I’m in England. Dar will have to send it in that month, and I don’t want to leave him with the whole thing. I have no idea how I will save that much money in the next two months. When we were talking about scheduling rehearsals for January, and Carol was pushing for at least two days a week and I was insisting I need more time for the house (and for myself), she said, “But we’ll be making $xxx at these gigs; will that make you feel like you can take an extra day off of work?” That answer would be no.
All these holidays are eating away at my hours, too. No paid holidays for the part-time.
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I was cold when I got up this morning. Putting the thermostat to 58 is a lot different from putting it at 60. The pretty alarm on my phone confused me; I could hardly open my eyes, and my arms were half asleep from lying wrong.
In spite of that chilliness, we’re putting in my new, lower-reaching thermostat this weekend. We talked about putting it just outside the parlor instead of the living room, where it might read a little warmer (“warm” being a relative term here). But if it reads down to 45 it doesn’t really matter. I certainly don’t want the living room to be that cold anyway. Maybe I can get K. to put the two radiators back in place, too, so they won’t be in the way any more.
And it’s supposed to be bitterly cold tonight, in the single digits. Would love to curl up with a Netflix and be cozy, but I have rehearsal. (Insert bleat here.)
Later
Lunch time. It’s inventory season at my job, and I’ve been putting 3×5 cards on things in the warehouse area and counting objects. I have to suffer the constant blaring of pop radio back there. It’s used to test certain devices the company makes, plus some employees have these devices on their desks so they can listen in their offices. I sneak the master volume down sometimes, but it’s annoying. The constant barrage of ads for weight loss drugs (“Call in the NEXT FIVE MINUTES for your free trial!”) and wrinkle treatments offends me. We’ve gone so wrong.
Maybe I can contrive to unplug the speaker.
Other than all that, just going through the day finding ways to stay interested in the tasks. I privately call myself Count Chocula, and do that Ah-ah-ah vampire laugh under my breath. It helps.