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marsden_online) wrote2012-07-26 10:19 am
marsden_online) wrote2012-07-26 10:19 am
Entry tags:
- blather,
- brain dump,
- earthquake,
- health,
- house,
- life,
- sanity
Sense of impending doom
I awoke this morning with a sense of calm, that things were right with the world and that it was all right to lie in the cosy bed for a while. This usually means one of two things:
1. there is a disaster waiting in or about to hit my inbox
2. I've cracked
3. both of the above
Given that the world has slowly been turning to plastic over th past few weeks and I'm at the state where I don't have the spare brain cycles to contemplate anything more than a few hours ahead probably at least the second (I've checked my inbox and it's clear - so far). For instance this weekend is Winter Weekend but my brain cannot comprehend this - the concept flits away like a frisky butterfish. I'm going out tomorrow afternoon - or evening, depending on the painter - despite clearly needing some sort of break I'm expecting two surreal days which will immediately disappear in the fog of "happened".
~~~
On the subject of painting - after two weeks without the final coat being applied it turns out that the painter is away sick and the project manager has -finally- (after I actually started chasing him up) assigned another painter. Who is supposed to be here late this afternoon to apply the first coat and tomorrow morning for the second.
On the one hand this is over-and-above the EQC work so I don't want to push things - on the other hand that means *I'm* the one paying for it and I expect better. Especially since I need the paint fumes to have cleared by the end of the week when another EQC refugee is moving into that room for a few weeks / months.
1. there is a disaster waiting in or about to hit my inbox
2. I've cracked
3. both of the above
Given that the world has slowly been turning to plastic over th past few weeks and I'm at the state where I don't have the spare brain cycles to contemplate anything more than a few hours ahead probably at least the second (I've checked my inbox and it's clear - so far). For instance this weekend is Winter Weekend but my brain cannot comprehend this - the concept flits away like a frisky butterfish. I'm going out tomorrow afternoon - or evening, depending on the painter - despite clearly needing some sort of break I'm expecting two surreal days which will immediately disappear in the fog of "happened".
~~~
On the subject of painting - after two weeks without the final coat being applied it turns out that the painter is away sick and the project manager has -finally- (after I actually started chasing him up) assigned another painter. Who is supposed to be here late this afternoon to apply the first coat and tomorrow morning for the second.
On the one hand this is over-and-above the EQC work so I don't want to push things - on the other hand that means *I'm* the one paying for it and I expect better. Especially since I need the paint fumes to have cleared by the end of the week when another EQC refugee is moving into that room for a few weeks / months.