Bad sleep-brain today. I either like to sleep in on Tuesday mornings until about noon, or go back to bed if I get up in the morning and take a good nap, since it’s my Monday and I’m going to work all night.
Today, however, I got home from going out to coffee with Lala nice and early, and then I did things. You know those mornings, where you make all the unpleasant calls you have to make, and then you think of more you could make, and call those people too because it hasn’t killed you yet. It’s not like I’m calling debtors or debtees, nothing unhappy like that, but I was taking care of things like the HOA insurance of which I seem to be in charge (and NO ONE wants to renew our insurance — companies aren’t happy to take new HOA clients, and we have to leave our old insurance because of an ex-owner’s screw-up). Calls for that. Been struggling with that for two months. Calls about housing — should we rent out my place and rent another place when we move in together, or should we sell my little condo and buy something bigger?
All right, that’s the thing that kept me from napping, right there. Erg. I can’t even think about it. It’s exciting (I typoed sexciting, so it must be), but the stress we’re in for! It was hard enough to buy. It must be so much harder to sell and buy at the same time. And if we rent, we’ll still have to MOVE, my third move in two years, and Lala’s twenty-seventh or something like that. We just kind of groan when we start thinking about it. But I wanna live with her. Isn’t that the weirdest? It is. I do. It’s awesome. And such a problem to have. Diamonds on the soles of my shoes and all that. But still puts the brain into spin-cycle.
So not much nap today, which means that by about 4:30am I’ll be uncomfortably stupid. Not sleepy, because the job and adrenaline keep me awake, but I’ll be able to feel my brain turning into a plate of spaghetti. The phone will ring, it’ll be a crisis, my head will clear, I’ll ask the questions and send the right help and do the right research, and be quick and smart and fast, and then I’ll go back to doing my own writing and forget how to spell "floor." I’ll just sit there and stare at it, willing myself to remember, which is a stunningly good time-waster.
Enough babbling. I’m so upset about Alison’s loss. It’s so awful to lose an animal, but to lose one to something as crude and ugly as an automobile adds egregious insult to what’s already unbearable. Remember when we met Bea? In Taiwan? Oh, I’m just so sad. And my heart hurts for Al.
This is for our Bea, may she be climbing palms and walls and piles o’yarn just around the corner, where we can’t quite see her:
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