My Own Mind in Book Eleven: Whatever Will Be Will Be 2024

I’ve been in something of a slump today. I’ve done… most of the work I needed to do today. I haven’t done some of the e-mail work partly because it would be too laborious and would irritate the wrong people. You see, I have an attorney who doesn’t give a case number asking me about a case I don’t have access to and that is so old, there may not even be digital records. So, in order to deal with that I either need to bother a judge or the clerk of court to determine IF this case exists in a digital way and IF NOT then how did they file a Guilty Disposition in May? But… more so… this is very much an Attorney asking me to do his job for him. So… I’m not powerfully motivated to bust my ass on this issue.

But that leaves me here… feeling.... restless? I think that’s what I’m feeling. I’ve been practically obsessively checking my e-mail to see if I got a YES or NO for Beauty and the Beast. Nothing yet, of course. I’ve got… a few things… I want to do at home before I go “catch” Hermia. It’s this thing we’ve started doing. If she’s doing a big travel day and has to work more than 10 hours; I’ll go to hers to be there when she comes in. Then we’ll either stay at hers or come to mine. She’s already requested coming to mine so that Brad can do movie night, the dogs can have plenty of space to play, and she can crash on the sectional so that she’s in a prone position but doesn’t have to seem anti-social. No overnight tonight. But overnight just her tomorrow evening. And… I suppose I should be excited by that but much like with work today… I’m just in an “Okay. So, that’s what is going to happen.” place. Just kind of feeling numb and uninspired. Adrift.

I’m not a fan.