Two Years On

It’s now two years (well, just over, as it was the early May Bank Holiday weekend) since I moved into the current house. That move was probably one of the most stressful ones I’ve ever done, as it all happened while my dad was in hospital with heart issues, and the move itself was done in just one day.

You know how they say that the most stressful things in life are moving house, changing jobs, and relationship breakups? Try doing all three at once, with added health concerns of a parent.  It makes for an interesting weekend, it’s fair to say.

A lot has changed since then – most of it for the better. The job stayed the same ’til July last year, and then I’ve been back on the contracting side and done a fair variety in the remaining time. Finances have improved beyond measure – at least relatively speaking – along with my own health, sanity and stability.

Dad’s fine too, still with us, and far healthier than he was.

Two years ago I couldn’t see this far, couldn’t see the light that was beginning to glimmer at the end of the tunnel. I’m not yet out of the tunnel completely, but that light is all too visible now, and I know things are well on their way.


Poly / Mono / A

In many ways, I try to be as open-minded and non-judgemental as possible. That doesn’t apply in certain sectors – BMW drivers, idiocy, and bigots in general – but for the most part I accept peoples lives as their own, and I’m happy with that.

For whatever reason, I’ve also ended up with a number of friends in polyamorous relationships – all of whom I’m ridiculously proud of for a range of reasons.

It does all make me think though. I know that polyamory isn’t for me – I wouldn’t rule out being with someone who was in a poly relationship with someone else, but I also know that multiple partners isn’t something that would work for me. However, a lot of the time I’m pretty sure that monogamy isn’t really for me either.

I can quite happily live with being single, with not being in a relationship at all. I’m good with my own time and space, with my own life.

Does that make me selfish? Maybe. I don’t know. It’s not about not sharing or anything, or most of the usual selfish motivators – I’m just comfortable and content on my own.

And if there’s polyamory and monogamy then surely there’s also a term for someone who’s really not bothered by relationships. It’s not asexual per se, but perhaps agamy – although that sounds weird in a different way.

Regardless, if there’s any term that’ll fit me, I suspect it’s just that – agamous.


Attention To Detail

While filling in my postal vote last night, I noticed this on the paperwork…

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The red dot is added by me, just to highlight the error.

But really, how can I be assured that my local authority is capable of anything efficient when they can’t even get things right on a bloody envelope?


Progress

For the first time in about ten days, I can breathe clearly today. This is A Good Thing.

For the first time in about a month, I can also move without twinges of the muscles in my back, and without wincing.  This is A Joy.

 

I do wonder if I’m not a bit run-down at the moment – things seem to be taking longer to repair than usual, and to be slightly more fragile than they have been.

Or maybe, as BW said a while back, I’m just getting old(er).  Not Old old, but approaching middle-age, and all that rot.

I don’t know – I’ll see what happens over the rest of this year. I’m hoping for things to be a bit calmer (although my calm is most people’s ‘chaotic’, as we all well know) but we’ll see.


Brain Lock

Sometimes I really worry about my own brain.

Today I’ve woken up with the word “Sesquepedalian” embedded in there, and it just won’t sod off.

No idea where it’s come from, or why – there’s no context. It’s just a word that my brain has fixed on.

Annoying.


The Next Step

This last week, I’ve been working from home – which is something I usually enjoy, but it’s not been overly assisted by feeling like rubbish, and somewhat demotivated.

Alongside that, for whatever reason, the cats have been super-demanding and really whingy, which has pissed me off more than it should.

All told, it’s meant I haven’t got as much done this week as I should’ve done, so it’s time to do things differently.

I’ve been aware of ‘co-working’ spaces/offices for a few years now, but never really felt the need to make use of them. I did look at them quite seriously when I had the possibility of the long-term ‘working from home’ gig earlier this year (which fell through) so I had some decent contacts.

As it turns out a couple of new ones have opened up quite near me in Milton Keynes. One in particular is ridiculously priced (as in ridiculously low) so I’m going to give that a go this coming week. Four days for £30 all in. I can live with that.

Of course, I still need to find out what the catch is. (If there is one) But if it works out and I like the place, it might be worth my while to make use of it for longer (depending on what other projects come up, naturally)  Looking at the costs, it could cost me £80 for the whole of May, which is pretty insane…

We’ll see how the first week goes. But this could be the start of the next step up the ladder, having a place to work from for myself…


Snot Box

As I mentioned earlier in the week, this has been another of those times where I’ve been whacked by a vile cold once I’ve changed contracts. I refuse to “man-flu” it, because when all’s said and done it’s just a cold. A heavy and grotty one, but a cold all the same.

It seems to be fading now. Last night was rotten, lots of coughing leading to less than two hours of decent sleep. That’s usually where we turn a corner, and things improve again.

Today I’m just a big bundle of snot, but at least that means it’s being expelled at last, rather than stored up to fight another day.

We’ll see how things go from here – but I’m hoping it’ll all settle out a bit for the coming long weekend.