Seems life has taken over for us lately and it just dawned on me.
Today I'm tired and yet so fired up.
I'm in Vernal, it's after midnight. I do my very best, most productive work after midnight. Between the coffee pot and the night time bath I'm not sure exactly what I do with my day and I can tell you this, I rarely find time to shave my legs.
We made it here, safe and slightly-sound. June sometime, can't tell you exactly when. There was a toilet on the front lawn when we got here and a strange, empty odor lingering in the air. For the most part, I feel confident that we've settled in. I've licked almost all of the door handles and Cash has managed to spread his fur in most of the corners. Ryan has been able to settle into his job, for the most part I'm sure he likes it. The stability is relieving.
I miss my friends and neighbors.
I miss my quiet, private time.
I almost feel like I'm in an atrium- from every angle they can see me, and they're watching intently. I'm not sure if they're looking for a circus act, which I can provide, or if they're just waiting to see if I'll screw up.
My piss-poor planning skills and lack of time management abilities have left me irritated and bitter. Ella has had entirely too much TV time over the last few months and I can't show anything for all of the "Work" I've been doing. Real Estate has picked up, I've joined up with another Brokerage that is here locally and based out of Salt Lake. I wanted to join the local Real Estate Board here in the Basin, however I choose to stay with the Salt Lake Board of Realtors. I feel they have much more to offer.
Not sure what it is about life. Why is it that when you finally feel like you're on top of it all you realize you're standing in quick sand? I mean, seriously. Don't stop moving forward. That's the ticket.
My cat, the crouching tiger, has determined this country life is certainly for him. What have I been doing to him all these years? House cat? I think not. Conveniently he brings me half eaten mice as a side dish for my coffee each morning. Other days he just lets the little bastard go in the house. Ella and I then spend the rest of the morning screeching like idiots trying to catch "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" and let him go back to his mommy. Interesting to say the least.
