Eve of Destruction

Tomorrow I'm going to Ottawa. I won't say why just yet because I'm not sure if it's supposed to be a secret or not. I'm feeling a stark sense of deja vu here. This is very reminiscent to when I went that direction for the secret surprise diaper party. This might be a for a totally different reason though. There is a farm show over there this time of year that I could be going for. One way or another though, I'm going to drink away the distasteful memories of this week. I don't like the way it went at all. There was some potentially monumental changes that happened in my job and I don't particularly care for them, some of the unavoidable kind. I'll just have to grin and bear it but it has caused me to feel pretty defeated and beaten by the end of each day. So I'm going to turn my world upside down and have a fun weekend whether I want to or not. I can't just sit at home and play endless hours of Free-cell and listen to Know-It-All on repeat until I am cleansed of all worry. I'm not sure I have that type of time. My original plans were to have a week off next week which could have meant another sweet entry in the Archives section but it looks like that is not to be. I hope I can take the week after off. Tugboat needs a break. It's been pretty steady since the new year started. Nowhere near as stressful as the summer and fall but still without a big break. I have been able to experience those weekend events that people keep talking about. And I'm strict on finishing at dinner time and not working in the evening. Strong borders. Much stronger than the fake walls I built in the basement. Those are just tape on the floor but they signify a potential beginning to the chapter where the basement gets finished. The tape really allowed me to visualize things better, like where the bathroom and utility room are going to be. Looks like they'll take up more space in the overall basement but seem much tighter than I originally imagined. I'm not sure my water softener will fit into the plans. Suck it Brown! Anyways, This post is mostly a rambling inner monologue of a stressed and twisted mind. Maybe too much Free-cell and Alessia Cara tonight. I'll focus on sleep tonight, after I pack for this mystery trip.