So, we have moved to Texas and we have most of our stuff unpack, and it’s kind of weird, but I feel like I’m busy a lot of the time.  I’m taking care of the house, delivering and picking up the band gir, looking for jobs, letting dogs in and out, cleaning, folding, wiping things down, changing out the dishwasher and finding a bit of time for the first time in two days to watch the news.

Living in a larger town is different than one you can get from one end to the other in 30 minutes.  It takes so long to travel to places.   Sometimes I end up at the end of town where the mall is without intending to.    And then I say, “Darn.  I’m on the other side of town again.”   I am too impatient not to take the tollway.

This may not be a good thing.  I keep telling myself they haven’t billed a Nebraska car yet, so why worry about racking up toll charges.   Ok, I worry to much to think that for real, but it is the convincing line I use when I am trying to decide:  Tollway or Not the Tollway?

Tomorrow, I have an interview.   It should prove to be interesting, at least, even if I don’t get the job.   Or maybe I won’t want the job.   I won’t know until it’s over, really.

Anyway, it’s good to be around family now.  I like when they say, “I have made too much food.  Would you like some of it?”   Yes, we would.  

I have a LOT on my plate right now.  For the most part, I can put most of it on the back burner.   But every now and then, the stressful bits come off the back burner and play around in my head.    One thing leads to another.   As more minute things happen, the crappiness (and the crabbiness) stockpiles.

Rather than allow this to happen, I have a plan, or two.   

When things seem overly annoying, I can:

• Put on my sneakers and take a walk (or a run)
• Grab my sketchbook and find something to draw.   It’s good to have a project that involves concentration, so I can do one of my art class projects.
• Grab a glass of wine.   Of course, this doesn’t work out well mid-morning.
• Stop internalizing things.    It’s not necessary to spew out things to people as they annoy you, either, unless it’s really tactful.. especially at work.   But this doesn’t stop me from pulling out a piece of paper or opening notepad and writing something to make me feel like I’ve got it off my chest, either.   
• Try to think of things that are not bad, although sometimes this is difficult mid-crisis  

I don’t know.   Mid Lunch & Learn, not a good thing, but the reboot was at least brief.  

I’m so glad my day is over.

Believe it or not, the worst part of my day involved photocopying paperwork.   Important paperwork.   Paperwork that I didn’t want (but now IS) out of order.

Also, I did not want the photo machine to keep jamming, but it did.

THEN, it would get part way through printing off a job and say, “Oh, wait a minute.  I have freaked out and now you are going to have to start from page 54.  Too bad you have not numbered your pages, eh?”

Several words crossed my mind.

Ian said, “Back away from the machine, take a deep breath..” and several other things to retaliate against the machine.

Photocopying machines typically are the bane of my existence, now that I think about it.   If they’re not jamming, they are beeping.

So much for the government being “paperless”.

Wine and chinese food.    Life is ok again.