Sweat

I’m not sure I’ve ever applied myself so hard before. It’s exhausting. There’s usually a way to get out of things, or at least delay them for a bit, but such is not the case with school, well, not at this point, anyway. There’s two days left in the term, and with several very important distinctions, I’m kind of in the same boat as I was at the end of the last term, behind the 8-ball, whatever that means. But it’s pretty much black and white, you know? Am I doing this or not?

One of the aforementioned distinctions is that I am so much better organized this term on account of having a whole three-months-of-school-experience-in-the-last-three-decades under my belt. Plus the weather is nicer, and I don’t have to worry about Christmas, which is something that I always try to not do, but always accrue some anxiety about anyway. It’s like falling behind, it just sneaks up on you and BAM, your memory fires up, and wow! I forgot about an entire course. Huh.

I say dumb things sometimes, but I usually come around, and it’s nice to live with someone who gives me a little time to do that instead of just calling me out right away, like when I said, “Welp, I guess I’m just going to fail that stupid course that I hate anyway. There’s no way I can do all that in a week.” And I was right. Then I thought that I was being a whiney baby, and I was right about that, too.

I’ve been lovingly accused of putting things off until there’s a lot of pressure, and doing it on purpose, which is, of course, ridiculous. I just really had to do an awful lot of yardwork on Thursday afternoons. The yard looks great though.

I had three huge fires in the course of all the totally necessary cleanup. Fires are very distracting for me. I can’t look away, and I become very time blind when I’m tending a fire.

I’m just going to go check the woodstove real quick before I get back to designing my second entire house of the week.

No Sweat.