Recursive Words

We still have no bathroom, no shower, and no washing machine. Two weeks now. Another week to go. It didn’t help that the entire family got sick in the middle of the project, which caused the builders to get the hell out of dodge.

I never got sick. I did all the housework, cooking, and relentless cleaning for the better part of a week. I also continued working as per normal, but of course can’t tell you what I am working on, or how much it has consumed me for the last year.

The year has been brutal. Quite how I’ve held on to the few friends I have throughout it is anybody’s guess – but by the same token, I keep hearing the same from them too – about the relentless trudge from day to day – the work commitments – the chores – the disasters that seem to unfold one after another.

We are a house of seven now. Eight on particularly bad days. The chaos is relentless, and there’s no way to ever get ahead, let alone keep up.

I still haven’t managed to start running again. The only way I can see it happening at the moment is to tip myself out of bed at 6am – when the world is still dark, and the roads are invariably covered in ice – which means I can’t run on them. If I run in the evening, that pushes back content creation for the YouTube channel even later.

I used to try and take part in group meet-ups on the internet – they invariably start at 8pm – I’m rarely available in time.

It’s no surprise that posting words here has stuttered almost to a standstill at times.

The funny thing? In the middle of the chaos and mayhem, receiving words from distant friends has become more precious than it ever was before.

Anyway.

It’s Valentines Day today. Movie night tonight, and perhaps get some food delivered. A deliberate step away from the mayhem for at least a couple of hours.

My middle daughter is working at the huge pub in town. I would love to be a fly-on-the-wall in the bar on Valentines night – to see the nervous first dates unfold. Actually, I’m guessing first dates rarely if ever happen on Valentines Day, do they? That would just add to the pressure and turn you both into bumbling idiots.