I hate typewriters.

It was that day again. I promise I haven’t been procrastinating. I was waiting on one last social security number. I finally procured it last Thursday night. Then Friday we decided to have Wizard Of Oz type winds, so I went home to work at midday. I wasn’t about to tote a typewriter home, and I’m not allowed to have personal information away from the office, so I’ve been at the mercy of the weather. I could feel the clock ticking all week. I’ve been feeling it ticking since Christmas anyway, since the secretary in a neighboring county got hers done before she flipped her calendar over. Overachiever 🙄 making me look bad! AND she’s already got her annual reports out. Geez. She’s probably one that keeps her expense report open to add to as she spends, too. Whereas me, I hunt for twenty minutes for a folder I JUST HAD to find it on my desk under some papers after I’ve looked in all likely and unlikely spots.

Going back to work is BRUTAL. But I got a lot accomplished today, AND I achieved grocery shopping as well. It was stupid busy, but when you’re out of tomatoes, you gotta bear down and join the mob. They were out of my preferred chicken, 18-count eggs, and 85/15 ground beef, but I got everything else I went for. (Except, of course, the things I forgot to put on my list). Now, before y’all get too impressed with me, know that I abandoned my goal of buying stamps at the post office. I dropped the 1099s and RUN. I was so busy today I only thought about my dog once, and that was while I was eating Chickalay and saving him the turtleback fries.

It was the most bizarre thing to drive up in elevation today and see less accumulation of snow. It just doesn’t make sense. It was also strange for the reverse to happen on my way home. It’s weird in itself that the snow is still here, period. I really am feeling like I live in Yankeeland. And I don’t care for it. I hate to think what my electric bill is gonna be this month. I’m probably gonna have to sell some bone marrow or platelets or something. I’m too fat and old for Only Fans.

Anyway. Enough about the weather. I got a letter from my insurance today saying my roof is old and they’re dropping some coverage, unless I can provide proof that it has been replaced recently. Not sure what their definition of “recently” is, but now I gotta find the receipt from the summer of 2020 because I don’t think a Facebook post of me informing y’all that I had a whole bunch of shirtless men in my yard at 7 a.m. is gonna cut it. But don’t think I won’t screenshot that to send in the email, too. Maybe it’ll make them laugh.

Replaced the water filter in my fridge today, while we’re on the subject of accomplishments. I always feel like Tim the Toolman Taylor when I do that, even though it requires zero tools. I’m just proud of myself. Next up: conquering the air fryer. I mean, after receipt locating task, that is. Priorities. I walked to the mailbox today, too! I don’t know how long it’s been since I went, but I had a bill in there that was due Tuesday. I’d already paid it, I’m just saying.

If you’re still with me, tell me your favorite book. I bet we’ve talked about it before, but I’m kind of in a slump. And it’s in part due to this stupid game on my phone I’m addicted to , but I also know my last few haven’t been very good at all. So I need recommendations.

Chester is growling in his sleep. Nice to know he protects even in his dreams. I believe it’s time for me to go dream. I hope I get to fly, or at least ride a nice horse. I ate tacos, though, so it’ll probably be some absurd garbage, like I’m working the counter at the Co-op in a green tutu. Oh, wait. That actually happened.

It’s still January.

Just rest. It’s ok, you know. You don’t have to be busy ALL the time. You wonder why your head hurts. That’s why. You don’t know how to just BE.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy