Coffee and Breakfast: June 29, 2018

Day 1,551.

I am exhausted.  I am on my third day of non-stop writing that I must get done before I get to my paying job or I get yelled at.

What’s my job?  Because I don’t know anymore.

So far today I have been writing non-stop for eight hours, and I still have a massive list a mile long to accomplish.  I am so tired I was unable to bathe yesterday.  That’s bad.  That is a bad sign.

Since I am having trouble writing about food still this is going to be different – again.

When I had placed my mother in her nursing home I started to do things I had longed to do like go to the beach.  I went to the Ringling Museum in Sarasota.  I could spend days if not weeks with all the artwork they have there.  I took some wonderful photos while there.  I went to Fantasy of Flight, did the zip-line, and harnessed to a wire while climbing a tower stories in the air.  Things I had been wanting to do for years.

The property I had written about previously with the outdoor room built from reclaimed wood I am keeping.  Adding more details.  I have several rescued animals on this property besides my cats.  Horses, dogs, donkeys, some goats, and bird feeders throughout.

In this outdoor room I’ve made a glass wall out of wine bottles that have been enjoyed, epoxied together.  Creating beautiful colors in the sunlight, every so often taking more bottles, creating more colorful light to the wall.

I want to move on.

I want another job.

I am tired and spent.

And disgusted at the moment.