The chilliest night of the year so far is just getting underway, to be followed by the chilliest day of the year so far. The closer you are to Lake Erie, the less likely that you’ll see a high temperature above 0° Fahrenheit. Here in Napoleon, we should hit 2° Fahrenheit, if we’re lucky. And if we’re lucky, our everything won’t end up frozen to our everything else.
Got a phone call yesterday from my little brother. Didn’t last very long, sadly. Wherever he was, the cellular reception was cutting in and out; I only managed to get a few seconds out of him before the line cite out completely. Nice to hear his voice again after so many months. Soon he’ll be back on dry land and begging not to end up on the waves again anytime ever. You’d all like him if you knew him. Of course, being active military leaves little, if any time for social media. Or any media. I sent him a care package a couple months ago full of videos from his favorite YouTube accounts. Mom was more than a bit jealous of the fact that my care package cost less than $2.50 to send.
Everything else is functioning as normal as can be expected. I’m still spending far too much time isolating myself up in my bedroom and office. I’ve got just about everything I need up there, except for running water and food. Mom is wiling away her days getting back into crocheting. Finally finishing up the blanket my sister asked for last year. Which wouldn’t have even been necessary if the other one hadn’t ended up sold at a garage sale held by the owners of the home she left it at. (Treasure that blanket; you’ve got yourself an original my mother there)
Spent a lot of the last couple of days in bed, and nor just for the sake of preserving body heat. I can’t recall the last time I’ve slept that much. And every minute of it was divine. Never really been much for taking care of myself. Looking out for myself, I’m pretty good at. But actually taking care of myself, I’m absolutely terrible at. There’s always someone or something else that has to come first before I’m satisfied enough to take a rest. I’ll be putting my ducks (and everyone else’s) in a row, right up until the ducks have to tuck me in to their straw bed.
The nice thing about my particular job function is that there’s plenty of downtime for writing. All you need is a little inspiration, even if it is staving off boredom and lonelinesses. At least I’ve had plenty of time to learn how to write on an electronic tablet. The sliding keyboard has certainly made that easier, even if you have to go back over your work to make sure the right word went in. I think it was just a year or two ago that I was trying to peck out a blog entry on a tiny phone keyboard without sliding my finger over the right letters. With tiny, chubby fingers it quickly became more of a chore than a creative writing exercise. I tried bringing a pad and paper, but trying to read my handwriting is even more of a task than working a tiny onscreen keyboard with chubby fingers.