Happy Friday to you all.
After a productive start yesterday, things went a little pear-shaped. I have been given a new assignment at “XYZ Corp”; that’s all I’ll say about that. ðŸ˜¶ As I mulled over my current situation I got incredibly anxious and needed an outlet for settling myself down.
A slow, 5k walk around the neighborhood helped a little.
Deciding that it was okay to skip another German class helped a little.
The time spent doing nothing but preparing a dinner for myself helped a little.
The delicious bottle of scotch ale beer, a Christmas gift from Bonnie, helped more than a little.
Blowing off all of the chores I could have done by skipping German class helped a little.
Falling asleep around 8pm helped a lot.
Though by and large I am the master of my own calendar, save for the time spent making money, I have felt incredibly overwhelmed and rushed this week. I am very much looking forward to hanging out with friends and drinking beer (or coffee in the case of my walk with Betsy) this weekend.
After a brief stint of listening to a podcast while I prepared this morning’s breakfast casserole I have decided that I am going to experiment with “Quiet Friday” during which the only non-natural sounds permitted will be my 1:30pm Stand Up call and the voices in my head, at least until it’s beer and fire time later! I’m hoping to finish of the burning of the branches of at least one Christmas tree tonight.
In the quiet of the morning spent thirty minutes (slowly) reading a new-to-me book “The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry.” It was an unexpected blissful time for me.
Wee’s Little Farm is having an existential crisis. I have many germinated seeds that are refusing to grow any larger than tiny little plants. I watch all of these YouTube gardeners having miraculous success and don’t understand why I am not have similar success since I seem to be planting in the same mediums, have germinated the seeds on warming mats, and have exposed the seedlings to many hours of light either natural from a south-facing window or unnatural in the form of grow lights. It’s not like I am relying on my crop to survive, think how skinny I’d be if I were, but I would like to have success and provide myself with a handful of meals.
I am going to work “straight through” today, with plans to get out and clear up the back yard a bit prior to beer drinking and fire making. I’m also hoping to swab the basement floor using my new fancy-pants mop and mopping bucket. And to think that women have never deemed me as “marrying material”… pffft!
I hope that you have a fantastic and healthy weekend. Go out and make it the best you can!