The Third Degree

Just recently my life has taken a weird turn. Part of the rerouting has been a good thing, and part of it has been uhm, not so good. Part of the not-so-good has been my own fault, and I’ve got to get back onto that good path. As fun as the not-so-good path has been, my knee (and the back of my left arm) are showing signs of the blackberry brambles. I seem to follow a yearly pattern – and about this time of year, every year for a while now, I’ve stumbled. I’ve cracked my knee on a few too many bar tables and I’m paying for it. One foot in front of the other.

On another note, this weekend is going to be really low-key, which I really need. I’m having an entire mental health weekend, I guess.

Tomorrow I plan on sleeping as late as I want, showering eventually, cleaning off my desk/organizing a ton of paperwork, condensing from six drawers (of nonsense) to four, cleaning up the bags that are all over my bedroom floor (all my backpacks/purses have been having a conference at the foot of my bed for like two weeks now!), making guacamole, going to a friend’s house and letting someone else feed and water me while I enjoy myself. (Unfortunatley there will be fireworks, which make me anxious, but I don’t have to stay for those. I keep reminding myself of that.) Sunday I have some writing to do. That’s all I have on the agendy for Sunday, because the week ahead of me is going to be hell.

Next week, my direct supervisor will be gone. She’s taking an entire week of vacation and told me in a meeting today “you are me next week.” That’s a huge responsibility, and I’ve since learned it’s a litmus test of sorts. I’ll know more in a couple of weeks, but next week is very important for me. I may password protect a more detailed post, but for now I get to be the crypt-keeper about it.

I’ve been branching out music-wise lately. Been obsessed with the Adele album (19) as well as the latest Kings of Leon album (Only By the Night). I could listen to Adele’s cover of Make You Feel My Love for an hour straight and not tire of it so I feel it absolutely necessary to share it before I go back to cleaning something.