Today was my day off, so I got used to driving from my new home to Elmhurst for my usual medical appointments. It was a rough drive, so I can only assume my trip to work tomorrow will suck badly. I got a few things done while I was up there, but it was nice to come back to a place where I could relax a bit. I ate lunch and watched the end of Route 66. You'd think a show named after Route 66 would happen, more or less, on Route 66, but the show ended in Florida. There was a moment where Tod and Linc are doing what feels like a Dwight Schrute bit, dressed in disguise. It's ridiculous. But it's a show I started watching to help get through the early days of a lack of booze. It felt good to finish it.
On the way back to Joliet, I drove to my new home by memory for the first time. I did pretty well, I think. The trick will be getting back to I-55 tomorrow morning.
I got to sort through some of my stuff, trying to figure out what I need and what I can store for now. I think I'm going to just get paper plates and Solo cups and pack my dishes and glasses for now. I might pack up my pans and stuff, too. The books stay for now. Later the rest of my books are going to be in the garage here, but that's for much later, when I'm no longer in the eye of the tornado. So I'll need a bunch of books to keep me company for the near future.
I had to figure out which of my clothes were dirty and clean so I can figure out laundry for Sunday. This is a fun Goodnight, Fuckers. I think I may be boring the shit out of myself for now. But I needed the moment to calm my mind. My life has been in utter chaos for a while now, and I'm glad I can catch my breath for a bit.
Plus: I got to get through a few days without hearing jack shit about Trump or Musk or any of the usual gang of idiots. That was good for my soul. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll be inundated again, and regular programing will resume. Oh, and since I missed a night this week due to illness, I'll do one on Saturday.
No comments:
Post a Comment