I seem to be running low on steam.
I can’t believe it is Thursday, or July. My life has speeded up – actually it has overtaken me, and is dragging me forward at a less than dignified gallop. Not that I care much about dignity anyway.
I do care that my house has pinged out of order in a dozen subtle ways which will take time to remedy. Simple cleanliness, for instance. The day to day stuff gets done, and I even vacuumed yesterday before clients turned up, since I was knee-deep in threads. Every time I vacuum, I have to turn the Dyson over and cut windings from the roller. Every time, otherwise I would be polishing the floor with the accumulated fibres.
The fridge has a strange red crust down the back wall – spilt red wine probably. Don’t ask me how it got there.
I haven’t been on the water in ages, not even to fish out all the glasses that have fallen from the dock. I am ceasing to care.
The new bathroom window is in, and the bathroom sleek and tidy again apart from the trim. The old trim won’t fit, so I need to find the same profile, mitre it, fit it, and do the outside as well, bloody hell.
I really, really want to paint the living room planked ceiling, a horrible job. I really, really want to to take down my bedroom ceiling and plank the underside of the roof, an even more horrible job. I could do it myself (time), or pay a strong and willing lad (money). Time is money and I am dithering.
Life is interfering with work. Work is precluding life. I need to clear my mind and think strategy, because there has to be a better way.