Okay. I’m
over it. I’m over feeling sorry for myself. I’m over watching cooking shows all
day to come up with ways to make dinner interesting. I’m over waiting for
something to happen. This is my life at the moment – restless and frustrated at
the unknown. And there’s nothing to be done about it so I’m just going to keep
living my life.
I’ve
started looking for online temp jobs. Obviously, not a lot of places are
looking to hire someone at the moment but the internet never takes a break –
though it probably should sometimes – so I’m sure there will be something for
me to do so I can earn a little extra cash. Once this is all over, I can work
on finding a more permanent position since I didn’t really have time to between
the move and James’ injury and the whole global pandemic of it all.
I’m also
taking Casey out at least once a week so she can do her thing. It’s sounds like
I’m walking a dog but I’m actually fostering a serial killer. Honestly, the
death rates are so high, I don’t think anyone has noticed we’re fudging the numbers
a little.
She’s doing
well; coping with online homework and a bit of restlessness of her own. But she
seems to be doing okay. I hope that if there were something wrong, she would
feel comfortable talking to me or James. Though James isn’t around much.
He’s back
at work fulltime. Still need prison security so he’s got all the hours and he’s
working as much as he can for as long as he can.
In their
own way things are returning to normal. Or they’re evening out. Either way:
things are okay and they will continue to be okay because I said so.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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