Accomplished at least one thing…

I cleaned up the jungle that the yard had become.

All the water this year really made a difference in the plants in the yard. Mother Nature was working overtime to reclaim my little patch of land.

There’s still a lot to do, but the majority of the mess has been beaten back. I wish I’d taken before and after pictures but I wasn’t thinking that far ahead. I filled all the bins with clippings.

While I was working outside, I kept smelling a dead animal, but couldn’t find it. This morning I found where the smell is coming from. It’s the back deck, and I’m going to have to dig to get to the carcass. Joy! I don’t have the time to deal with it today, and whatever has died did so at least a week or more ago. It will be just as dead when I come back up here.

My sinuses are beating the hell out of me right now. I guess there was enough pollen left in the plants to wad me up for at least the next couple of days.

Heading back to the apartment today so that I can pack some more and make arrangements to get out of San Diego. 

I spent some time on the job search front. I don’t have a lot of faith in this process, but I’m going through the motions nonetheless.

I do hope to get some writing done because it makes me feel better.

Maybe I’ll do that tonight after the drive and chores of the day are complete.

Well today was kind of a waste

For some reason, I was just so tired with no drive. So I spent the day napping. Not productive but necessary.

I didn’t get anything much done, but did manage to let the computer sort out the second corrupted backup. 

Still fighting with the Windows container. Hoping that I can recover it from one of the other backups.

To be honest, my brain isn’t working at optimal levels.

I’m thinking it’s time for me to take some time where I’m in a controlled drift. Controlled in that I try to do at least one thing that needs to get done, but other than that not worry about it.

I know I have stuff to do. I always have stuff to do, for the past 3 years I’ve been only doing stuff but not having a lot of fun.

The new machine is up

Macbookpro2019It took a while, but the techno-demons have been cast out of the new machine.

Setting up a new computer is always a pain in the ass. In this case it turns out that the old machine had gotten a bit senile in it’s last days and corrupted the backup I have at the apartment.

So when I restored the backup(s) to the new machine, I also restored the corrupted files. OOOOPPPS!

Neither I, or the old workhorse realized there was a problem, so there was no way to anticipate the issue and since the old machine wasn’t working there was no way to check before I brought the new machine online.

Under normal circumstances, if I’d just been doing a normal computer replacement I’d have checked the backup before restoring to the new machine which would have avoided the problem.

It’s 4 AM

I woke up thinking I was late to work. I’m going to go back to sleep for a couple of hours. I guess it’s going to take me some time to get over the odd schedule I’ve been living on for the past 3 years.

Since I was awake I figured I’d check on the computer. It looks like everything has been sorted at the apartment hooray!

Now I have to clean up the backup on the mountain to complete the setup and fully retire the old machine. Just a couple more details to finish & files to load, and those can be done mostly automatically. I’m still in San Diego and will head up to the mountain later today.

It’s nice to not be worried about timing or rushing to get somewhere.  I can take my time without worry over losing my job. That’s already happened!

This new keyboard feels strange. I do like the touch-bar but it’s going to take some getting used to.

I’ll probably come back to San Diego on Tuesday. I’ll take the opportunity provided by being on the mountain during the week to make arrangements with a storage facility nearer the house to store the larger items from the apartment.

The plan is to take the smaller items up and reintegrate them into the house storing only those things I don’t need in the storage facility.

Depending on the job situation I’ll move stuff from there if I need to.

The Job market is very weird right now and I don’t know how long a period of unemployment I’m looking at. Who does? It’s a lot harder to land a job than it used to be.

In the mean time I’ve got a couple of books to write and perhaps that will help with the income side of things. After all those stories have been fermenting in my head for a few years they should be about ready to pour onto the page.

It’s 4:30, I’m going back to sleep.

Have a great Sunday

Day one of unemployment

IMG 0319AHHHH!

I slept more normal hours. I’d taken a nap for much of the afternoon yesterday, mostly from exhaustion so my sleep schedule is still screwed up. 

I woke up at the usual 3 am a habit built on 3 years of early rising  then wandered around a bit and forced myself to go back to bed. So I racked up a grand total of 6 hours sleep last night. I’m feeling much better, and more like a human being today.

I’m going to move slowly today. One of the biggest things about the previous job was the feeling that I was always on the clock even when I wasn’t,  It’s illustrated itself in eating meals fast and always feeling like there was a schedule I had to keep.

For at least the next few days I’m keeping to my own schedule as far as I can and will try not to act like there’s a ticking clock or doom hovering over my head all the time.

These next few days are mine.

I’ve claimed them and while there are things I want and need to do. I’m doing them in my own time the way I see fit. So I’m not being antisocial, or lazy, or whatever if I don’t respond instantly to you. I’m just reclaiming some little bit of peace.

First Sunday off in 3 years

I don’t know what to do with myself. 

I’m sitting here, after sleeping for 10 hours, having a cup of coffee and thinking, “What now?”

There are things I could be doing and perhaps even things I should be doing. The house is open, there’s light rain failing and aside from the incessant traffic noise all is quiet.

I should be planning to move my stuff out of the apartment. I should be looking for a new job. I should be working on my resume. I should be deciding what’s next. But all those things are somehow just not that important. 

There’s something about being off work on a “real” weekend day. I know it’s just cultural… the seventh day and all that, but somehow the day off seems different.

One thing I’m appreciative of, is that there’s no screaming leaf blowers as a wake up call. 

It’s a lazy kind of Sunday, even the birds are muted in their squabbling.

Later, I’ll mosey over to the hair cut place in a while and maybe take myself out to breakfast…

Or Not