The Power of Electricity Compels Me

I think I'm finally mostly adjusted to the schedule change. I still get up early, just as I said I would. It means I have a lot more quiet time in the morning before the day really starts. I do find, though, that the rest of the daylight goes much quicker and I am slacking less. Again, that calendar thing. I can't say enough about it. 

Yesterday was mostly all good. I got non-work things accomplished. I was kind of slow to get motivated with the work stuff. Then, minding my own business, the power went out. It's very, very, very quiet when that happens. At least until the neighbor turns on their gas-powered rocket-motor generator ... Thanksfully, it was only out for an hour, and all was restored. 

Afterwards, I was able to knock out a significant portion of that list I showed you yesterday. Which just means I have an equally long list of things to do today, thanks to my astute powers of procrastination. Things like onboarding new people and writing courses I don't want to write just throw me off. Hence, they get put off until I can't put them off any longer. 

In the attempt to keep up the fiber intake, I et my dinner of peaches and yogurt, and watched the sun start to go down all around 5pm because I thought that if the power would not be restored for several hours, I would just go to bed. 

See that pile back there in the corner? It's been there for at least two years, if not more. My goal is to get that out of here this week. It's two boxes of china that I never wanted (inherited from my paternal grandmother), and two "trays" of dessert glassware. What in the holy fuck did my mother think I was going to do with those? Seriously? Just further proof and a constant reminder that she knows and does not care to know anything about me. 

New subject - a nice reading on the blood sugars: 

In other news, I don't have any news. Just another wintry day in Ohellio. Got some propane ordered and delivered. Paid the quarterly garbage pickup bill. Paid other bills. Watched less than an hour of mindless/mind-numbing reality real-estate television on Netflix. Marveled at who in the FUCK would need a house with 19 bedrooms, (and 19 matching bathrooms) let alone a house that costs $43 to $100 million. I just don't get it. I won't ever get it. To each their own. At some 2,300 square feet (with approximately 1,800 of that being livable space), we have WAY too much space for two people, two cats and one Nettie. 

I actually am in love with the IDEA of tiny houses. Yet, I'm also terrified that it would become TOO LITTLE space, and for the price you have to pay for a nice one, might as well just get a much smaller house. But, DAYUM, there are some spectacular-looking tiny houses. Just gorgeous! 

Finally, I am going to attempt to get movement today. Yesterday was not a good day for the shoulder. It was really hurting, and aggravated, and the anti-inflammatory and pain relievers just weren't touching it. I MUST get some form of movement going in it daily. I just have to. Even when I do about a minute or two of stretching, rotating, etc. it feels better, temporarily. It's a weird "injury" ... It's all about the angles. Certain angles, I can move and you can't even tell there's anything wrong, but one very wrong move at one very wrong angle, and good LORD does it hurt! 

I think I'm done bitching and moaning now. 

Off to have another good day :)