How can it be that I live in this wonderful country and I have not seen a flake of snow this winter? It makes me a bit pathetic for a Canadian. It still could snow and we have had bad snowstorms in March but at this point I say bring it on. Well, on my days off anyway.
It seems like I loafed around all day but looking back I got a lot accomplished. Just around the house stuff that needed to be done. There is still a load in the dryer that needs to be folded but I don’t really want to walk all the way downstairs and take it out of the dryer. My grandmothers would be spinning in their graves at my laziness. Oh, well.
I have been off for the last 6 days, my lieu days for Christmas, Boxing day, New Year’s day and BC Family day. I am back again tomorrow then off again for 2. I hate to admit it by my anxiety and depression are so much lighter when I am not working. Just being able to wake up naturally makes such a difference. It is frustrating to know that I have no way that I can not work. Though I love what I do I do not love what it does to my heart, mind and body. And I know I will be working to at least 67, the new retirement age in my province. 23 more years. Fuck.
(I just ran downstairs and grabbed the laundry and folded it. Happy now, Grandmas?)