Why not go get washed up for the orgy?

-End-Verse Castiel

So, apparently the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I’m trying not to freak out, because really, we’ll all get through this, and for my family specifically, it’s only going to suck for a little while. No one in my immediate household is in a high risk group, and the family I have who are in high risk groups are self isolating, so we should all be okay.

But just because the rational part of my mind knows we’ll get through personally doesn’t mean I’m not worried. I’m worried for everyone less fortunate then I am, and worried for what the world will look like after.

But I’m trying to stay positive. I’ve been rewatching old episodes of Supernatural, because some those cheer me up. I’m going to try to just be happy here and take this one day at a time.

About a year ago, right before we brought our son home, I decided to reorganize the entire house. My main goal was to clear out some space so we’d have room to keep stuff for our kid, but I also had started to turn into a bit of a pack rat and wanted to just clear out stuff I didn’t need anymore.

So I did the whole KonMari process. It actually worked pretty well, at least for me, and I ended up getting the house in pretty good shape before we got our son.

I’ve fallen off the wagon a little in keeping up the organization, but I still manage to find time for all the KonMari folding. And for some reason, I am super proud of my makeup drawer organization.

I don’t know why life is so damn exhausting right now, but it is. Most of my energy for anything creative has drained out of me, and I feel like I barely have the energy to get through the day. I even ended up working from home today, so I didn’t have to put on nice clothes or do my makeup or anything, and I’m still tired. I want to go sit in my office and do something creative, but instead I’m going to go to bed, and hope that 10 hours of sleeping might help.

Weekends go by too fast. It’s Saturday night already, but to me it still feels like it should be 9 in the morning. I have no idea where the day went.

On the upside, I did make it to the library today. It was my son’s first library trip, and even though he’s a little too young to really appreciate the books, he liked the play area, and seemed to enjoy being there. I loved going to the library when I was a kid, so I hope my son will love it too.

And I now have a bunch of books about CSS and WordPress, since the last real coding for the internet I did was over a decade ago, and was in plain old HTML. I can’t for the life of me sort out the WordPress CSS tags. Time to do some research.

I don’t have much to say today. I’m running on fumes right now, and even the cup of coffee I just drank at 8:30 at night against my better judgement isn’t going to keep me awake. It also just took me a full 30 seconds to remember how to spell “against”, so that should be a pretty clear indication of my mental state. I want to be more fun than that, but I’m tired, and still kind of sick with a cold, and just ready to rest for a while. I have a day off tomorrow, so hopefully that will help me recharge. I’m going to try to sort out how to make a WordPress theme and probably do some costume designing work for Carmilla. Here’s hoping that will give me some more interesting stuff to write about.

It’s kind of astounding to me how hard this is to maintain. It’s probably just because today I’ve come down with the third, maybe fourth, random illness in as many weeks. Apparently this is totally normal when your kid starts daycare, but it still sucks that my son has caught everything and brought it home to share.

On the plus side, I got to watch Bloodlust again for the first time in years. I now have a bunch of good-ish reference pictures of Carmilla, which is exciting. I also got to enjoy the amazing late nineties style DVD menu. I honestly forgot how quickly stuff like that starts to feel dated, or rather, how fast 20 years can go by. I’ll sit down tomorrow and actually start planning how to make a costume.

But for now, more lying on the couch and blowing my nose. Again.