Procrastinating to avoid housework.

Update: I drove the Kia to work yesterday and today, and am definitely getting the hang of it. Didn’t stall it once driving home today, though I think I did this morning (but only one time). At any rate, I’ll be an expert by this time next week, I’m sure. It’s nice to have a car that I care about keeping clean… and a little foreign too….

Matt’s taking the opportunity to work overtime at his new job this week. He likes it a lot better than McCullough so far, though he did tell me what one of his coworkers said yesterday — that if being an electrician was easy, they’d hire women. Also that he’s noticed that women seem to be getting tougher and men weaker, thus the downfall of American society. (Oh, shudder.)

But, what do you expect? My expectations are continually being lowered (or at least reaffirmed). Matt exceeds them by a long shot in this case. (And in most.)

So he probably won’t be home until around 6:30, which will be 12.5 hours after he left this morning. At least if one of us has to be working overtime, it’s the one who gets paid extra for it.

This means that I have another 3 hours by myself though. I need to clean up the kitchen (made dinner last night but didn’t exactly get around to cleaning it up), do yoga (did some cardio yesterday and keep reminding myself that if I want to see any results, I have to keep doing it, ugh)… mail the rent check and electric bill, um, what else? I bought a file organizer at Target last night and still need to organize it.

We watched the first hour-and-a-half of Milk last night. Would have watched the whole thing except that we were both about to fall asleep. I’ll watch the rest of that today and then send it back to Netflix. Netflix, by the way, is totally awesome if you have high speed internet. There’s SO much that you can watch online, no commercials or limit! I’m a fan (except when my internet won’t stream fast enough).

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I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes.

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