

My kids are away with their dad, so I’ve been alone for a couple of days and will be for a few more. I have spent every last moment emptying this house of every non essential or unused item. There is an enormous pile of junk in my driveway that I need to haul to the dump tomorrow. Two blenders from 17 years ago that don’t even work. A washing machine and dryer from 1989 I had other plans for but don’t have the time or need anymore (I was going to turn the washing machine into a chicken plucker, and fill the dryer up with tannerite and shoot at it). I put those fucking (pardon my language) winter truck tires on the tire rack which I had to climb to the top of the ladder to get to. This was a dumb idea. I could have gotten really hurt and now I know why dads lose fingers in the lawn mower and/or fall off roofs. But alls well that ends well. I had to use my legs to do a bit of the hoisting and will have pretty wicked bruises by tomorrow. I still wanted to move 8 bales into the hay loft so I put them in the back of the truck to drive out there, but didn’t even have the energy for that, and it was already 930. I went for a hot bath instead and just almost fell asleep. I was so tired I didn’t think I needed to take my night pill (insomnia and anxiety) but as historically proven I don’t sleep when I don’t take it. I’m disappointed because I was really, really tired and I need to sleep but here I am, up since dawn and awake still, focussing on every achy part of my body. God damn those truck tires were
heavy.