The Sun Goes Up and the Sun Goes Down in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

In 2005, I decided to have a theme song.

did the trick nicely. These last 24 hours the song has been playing a lot in my head. I am assuming it is my subconcious mind trying to give me a pick me up of sorts. It has… somewhat worked. Maybe it is just a coping mechanism as, along with the depression of isolation and the loneliness of my marriage ending… we’re kicking into high gear about a case of The Religious White Man molesting his Adopted Black Daughter. So… lots of dark and dismal thoughts floating around in my head… a pick me up is exactly what I needed.

That being said? I think I need to approach Martha about something… a little embarrassing. Between taking care of the dog, working from home, hazarding the office when necessary, and struggling through my own emotional misery.... My cleanliness has let me down immensely. Ironically, it is still better than many might expect. But the state of my kitchen is disasterous. The state of my dinning room is uncomfortable. I need to tidy the basement a little. I need to chemically clean the bathroom. And Nala destroyed three comforters in the last two months, so I need to get those repaired or thrown away. If I was “stuck at home with nothing to do” I would take care of all of that myself in the matter of a week or two. But that’s not where I’m at personally. I have responsibilities to my dog, my job, my community. So what I plan on doing? Asking Martha what it would take to bribe her, pay her, or convince her to stay over at the house this weekend and help me whip this place back into shape. Hell, even the two of us taking turns between cleaning/watching the Dog/managing the house would be helpful.

It is too easy to think that this is some larger indicator that suggests that I cannot work, take care of the dog, and manage a house this size. I’m trying to resist that inclination. Life has become… very different from “the norm” and any failings or successes experienced in these times should not be considered something larger. Were things more “normal”, I would not be at home quite so often and there would be considerably more routine to work around. And individuals visiting my home and me being social; thereby having more motivation and energy to properly maintain my existence. No, this is not an indication of something larger. This is merely what has happened as a function of what is going on. Nothing more and nothing less. I just hope I can suitably convince Martha to help.