Balance to prevent unsaneness.

Worries about cat sitting aside (AAAHHH we need a cat sitter!!), many centimeteres of snow fell yesterday. That, plus drifting had me shoveling thigh high snow just to be able to get out the front door. Exciting...for about 2 seconds and then annoying. Anyhoo.

I've designated January a "work on stuff" month. The working on stuff has manifested as a plan to make some bags with this pile of material I bought in Ikea's as-is section. A former couch cover, very durable stuff. I figure, if they turn out well, I can try to sell them for a small taste of commercial endeavor. I quite enjoy making them, but I'm noticing I still have to, sort of, saddle up to the idea each day afresh. Apparently, my psyche feels I am not allowed to work on them until I first exercise and do a bit of housework, otherwise I am ridden with the guilt of sloth and hedonism.

From my workstation, I can see the river out to where the dam is. That's the only unfrozen part of the river because the current is so fast, but it still looks damn cold. Also damn cold is the house. I made a frankenstein of a hot drink today to warm myself, composed of coffee subsitute of barley and chicory plus cocoa powder plus almond powder plus chocolate soymilk plus hot water. Sound ridiculous? Ridiculous like a fox, because Hot Frankenstein, as I've dubbed it, is very tasty.

I don't even know what day it is. January somethingth. It feels like winter will stretch endlessly but I suppose that isn't true. Come February, I will inform the temp agency that I am back in business and we'll see what comes of that. I couldn't stay home endlessly, that's for sure. I would go mental, even though I have plenty to do. Part-time work would be ideal. Just enough to keep me socially integrated and fulfill my guilt-induced pain quota to allow for pleasure as a reward. It's all about balance. Gentle, tenuous, non-nonsensical balance.