Meanderings: April 4, 2000

Tuesday,
April 4, 2000

Seven hours' worth of jetlag PLUS an extra hour due to Daylight Savings Time. Yeah, we're having fun here.

Can I just go home and sleep, Mommy? No, because that would screw my circadian even worse, so I have to stay alert all day, do my work like a good little girl, then go home, take back the fifteen million pop bottles we have back to the store and start cleaning the kitchen (Lyndon cleaned last week, but was then hit by the writing bug over the weekend, so things, erm, slid a little).

And then, if I can dig up the necessary energy, I want to go back to work on WKQA and get that fucker finished and ready for editing. I think I'm just at that point where I want to start wrapping things up -- the book, various stories, my projects at work, work itself, my stay in Europe, yadda yadda. Being in Chicago for a week really recharged some emotional batteries I didn't even know were flat -- just being able to talk to people again was so nice!

So yeah, I want to get going, get a life started again, start enjoying my weekends instead of looking glumly at our disaster area of a yard and dreading the approach of Monday morning. And oddly enough, despite the whine of the previous sentence, I feel pretty damned good, like something's finally falling into place. Don't ask me what, but it's happening.

So Mellie has some concrete tasks ahead of her, yes she does. On the workfront, she's going to do all the Matilda work she can (turns out that some stuff involves working with JSP pages, and since I don't do JSP pages, they will be shunted to some other office cog, whee), try to get WINE/Pepper/Whatever up and running on its own feet (and server), and send many, many bids out to various TBS offices in the US begging pathetically for a contract.

At home, she will finish the book, start sending out stories again, clean up that digusting pit of a yard, take a crack at finishing some of the various crafts projects lying about the place, and generally enjoy the Swedish spring. And on an interpersonal note, she will continue to help out family members who need it, make silly presents and officiate at weddings for friends just entering the glory of nuptialness, and generally try to stay balanced when things hit the fan.

Now all I need is fourteen hours of uninterrupted sleep on my sister's oh-so-comfortable couch. No, I'm serious -- I didn't have a backache once while I was there, and I was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow. Why oh why I agreed to buy the extra-firm (aka "hard as a fucking rock") mattress we now use, I will never know -- but I'm starting to think it may just be left behind in Sweden come August, heh, heh. . .

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