time...

You would think that a single-almost guy living on his own in a new city during a pandemic lockdown would have nothing but writing time on his hands but you would be wrong. Between this new place, my new job, and reconnecting with old friends, I find myself exhausted at the end of the day and this remains unwritten. I thought about it last night as I drifted off to sleep and I think its because everything is new. Once I get into some kind or any kind of a regular rhythm it will be easier to fit this in.

Time isn't really the problem its mental bandwidth. For the first time in five or six years I am uncomfortable at work. (I was going to try and work the word time into this sentence so it could be a repeating annoyance but I just can't) I have new areas of responsibility and if you're going to run something you should understand it. Learning all the new things is exhausting so by the time (there it is! just a little late) I get home I try to accomplish one personal life thing and then its sit and vegetate time.(okay, now its beginning to bug me) So much shit swirling around in my brain.

I took a deep dicking from a local cleaners the first week I was here. I was trying to support a local business in my new neighborhood so I dropped off my normal load of stuff. When I went to pick it up the day I got back from Thanksgiving it cost more than 5 times what I'm used to paying. I took my beating but searched the area for my preferred CDOnePrice cleaners. This is not a paid advertisement (I wish) they do a consistently good job at a more than fair price. Anyway, THERE IS ONE!

And that wasn't like "hurray! there is one!" it should. have read like "how is there ONLY one?!" I drove twenty minutes for reasonable priced presentable clean business attire. Yes I am an idiot but there is more of a point to my story. My mind is such mush that I missed not one but three exits on my way back as I tried to figure out what Disney movie was playing on the minivan in front of me.

Seriously. I was paying more attention to the minivan movie theater in from of me in than traffic at highway speeds than successfully navigating my way home. Ridiculous. I even came back and obsessively searched the Disney plus app until I found the object of my odd obsession. It was Smart House starring Katey Sagal from Sons of Anarchy and thats why the mental short circuit. I remember watching that garbage with the girls when they were little but the appearance of Gemma in a robot maids costume broke my brain.