Being dedicated in difficult situations–it’s been a really long time since I’ve written here. I have been in a rental car for a month this weekend. I have front wheel drive, which is truly hideous when it snows. I fishtail off of lights in snowpack that has ice under it. I also dropped off my car on the 15th–finally–because that is when they could take it in and had to walk and bus to get home. I had to wait for the first and second bus and didn’t bother with the third because it was too cold to wait for it. The rental car was in my garage. 6-below was no joke. I definitely realized after walking the last 2.56-miles that I could never be an alpinist. Mad respect for those folks though. I took off my snow pants and had purple legs.

I couldn’t even stay at work on Monday. I saw all five clients and then took 4-hours of sick leave. When I came home, I began scrubbing the kitchen. That included sitting on the floor and scrubbing the bevel and the lip under the counter where it meets the cabinets. I also cleaned the backsplashes completely too. I used the hours wisely and felt like who I could be if I could work half-days.

My son turns 18 tomorrow. I think that he’s been in a hotel for days with his girlfriend. He has spotty cell service. I’ll see him a bit on Sunday. He starts school midway through February. I think that he’ll make the same choices that I did. He’ll marry as a child–I was 23–and divorce at some point. I wonder if he’ll remarry as I did.

Vegan is so kind to me. I just don’t like her in a romantic way. The Climber is a massive flirt and I plan to show her briefly the book on the 29th. I’m glad that she’ll illustrate it for me. I will likely meet some new women on Saturday. I will tally how many come to the potluck.

Sunday I have to grade and draw a little bit. I’ll be coming off of the buzz in my house and all the overheard conversation porn. I hope that women make good connections in my home.