September 8, 2023

It’s been over a week since I’ve been to the workshop. I was reminded that I’d been away when I got my box of new materials in the mail. The package has some weight to it.

All week, I’ve been saying that I’ll take the workbench apart, put it in the car, and drop it off at the shop, even if I don’t put it together. I managed to take it apart, but all of the pieces have been laid out on the balcony for the last few days. I was determined to go tonight until we got home and decided to take a nap. I slept for at least three hours. It could’ve been closer to four but I’m not sure when exactly we crawled into bed. It might’ve been around 4:00.

For dinner, we ordered pizza.

I had pizza for lunch, too. That pizza we made several days ago, and my stomach has been trying to expunge it since noon. Trying.

I expected this first week to be an adjustment. I’m not surprised that I’m tired and a little irritable. In the mornings, I keep forgetting things at home. When I get home, I’ve forgotten something at work. It’s a piss-off until I get doing something else and don’t need whatever it is that I’ve forgotten.

My mind is adjusting. This morning, I had a conundrum about whether to use my iPad to write down my daily to-do lists and notes or to use a student agenda that I picked up. In all likelihood, it’ll end up being some hybrid of the two. I’ll have to start carrying around a pencil to use in the agenda. It’s hard to make changes with ink.