beanside | *sigh*

Never a good way to start the day, when you realize that you didn't set the alarm, and it's approximately an hour after when you normally wake up.

Fortunately, I wake up about 30 minutes before I strictly speaking need to, so I was still on time for work and Jess was on time for school, but god, I hate rushing. I never quite feel like I've "caught up," even though I'm not doing badly.

I even have time for a quickie update. Go me.

Things have been good, but a bit rushed this week. I feel like I've been spinning wheels furiously, and gotten absolutely nothing done. It's not true, really. I've done quite a bit, mostly getting stuff ready for Yule with the coven. *nod* Still have to get a few things to finish up, which will probably mean a frantic Saturday (or tomorrow, if there's enough snow to keep me out of work.) I have to hit a couple of stores tonight, to pick up last minute stuff. *nod*

The shoulder is slowly improving. I'm out of the sling for the most part, finally, and I can wash my own damn hair again. If I overdo it, though, it lets me know. Big time. Also, if I move a certain way, such as I do when I put a coat on, or try to brush away crumbs, it spasms, and takes my breath away for a few minutes. It's odd, because it seems to primarily be lateral movements that do it. I can lift things just fine. (not that I'm allowed to lift things, but I can.)

Jess got to do her last round of testing last night, huzzah! She borrowed a friend of the family's daughter. The family is possibly some of the nicest people on earth, I swear. They bought her dinner, and made her tea, and wouldn't take any money from her. *grin* She came home happy and relaxed, which was nice.

I can't believe the year is almost over. I feel like I haven't accomplished anything, really. Let's see. This time last year, I was poor. Check. I was hoping to move into an apartment with Jess, but couldn't afford to, check. My shoulder was fucked up, so very check. Go me. I spin my wheels like no one else.

It's not like I'm horrifically depresed or anything. It just feels like I've been in a holding pattern forever, and I don't know when I'm going to be able to get out.