A real entry I'll be glad when the internet gets set up at home. I'm neglecting this diary terribly. I've been too busy to update and it's a completely foreign experience. So, I'm home. It's good, I'm happy about it. Slowly the apartment is emerging from chaos as things are put away or thrown out. The volume of cardboard we're recycling is astonishing; I had no idea I'd packed in so many boxes. We're living downtown, which I don't mind. It's living in an apartment building I don't like. I miss windows on all sides and I miss having a yard, even though I don't like yard work. I suppose it'll just take getting used to. The job is good, even if I'm donating my time for now. With luck they'll approve my supervisor's request to pay me and then I'll have a regular paycheque again. I like the people and I like the office environment. Small, interesting, things are always going on. For instance, there's a globe on the table in the kitchen with velcro dots all over it and the landmasses are divided into tectonic plates and can be moved around. You can recreate tectonic drift with it. I don't know why you would want to do that and who belongs to the globe but it's certainly interesting. I'm sitting here, eating my lunch, trying to decide what to write about next but so many things have happened are are about to happen that if I wrote them all down this entry would be far too long and disjointed. It's funny, you can go for months and months without anything of note happening and then all at once every thing that happens is major. No wonder I'm stressed. |