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I woke up at about 3am from a fretful dream and couldn't get back to sleep. In the dream, I was with some of our family and there was some kind of natural disaster going on, and Mike had got separated from us. On his dog sled. Thinking about it kindof reminded me of The Day After Tomorrow, which led me to the list of the The Five Worst (Hard) Science Fiction Movies Ever.
I had a good meeting yesterday with the faculty mentor at Career Quest. My schedule has been rearranged a bit, so that now I am teaching 3 classes of Business English. The goal of this class is for students to be able to write a business letter, email or memo that makes sense to the reader.
I have about a gazillion things that I need to make payments on, I need to invest a bit in my garden (seeds, growing medium and grow light) I need shoes or I need to go to duct tape, and I want to go to FOGCon and Wiscon. It is hard to explain to Mike how important going to FOGCon and Wiscon are -- he just doesn't get the whole need to feed the soul thing.
After fulfilling my obligations to the house up north and to this house, I'll have about $300/mo to spend on these 2nd tier things. I've got to prioritize. It's just all so complicated -- I don't want to even look at it.
I'm still mourning nursing school. When will I be over that? I keep falling into vague anxiety. I should be thrilled about this new job, and I am, but it's a kind of dull happiness.
I had a good meeting yesterday with the faculty mentor at Career Quest. My schedule has been rearranged a bit, so that now I am teaching 3 classes of Business English. The goal of this class is for students to be able to write a business letter, email or memo that makes sense to the reader.
I have about a gazillion things that I need to make payments on, I need to invest a bit in my garden (seeds, growing medium and grow light) I need shoes or I need to go to duct tape, and I want to go to FOGCon and Wiscon. It is hard to explain to Mike how important going to FOGCon and Wiscon are -- he just doesn't get the whole need to feed the soul thing.
After fulfilling my obligations to the house up north and to this house, I'll have about $300/mo to spend on these 2nd tier things. I've got to prioritize. It's just all so complicated -- I don't want to even look at it.
I'm still mourning nursing school. When will I be over that? I keep falling into vague anxiety. I should be thrilled about this new job, and I am, but it's a kind of dull happiness.