Honestly Amy

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For the record...it takes the entire Hamilton soundtrack for me to paint one coat in my bedroom. Second coat happened today and cleanup and furniture moving will happen tomorrow.

I mean I ate cookies for breakfast but still.

I taught my middle school transition program.

Called the water company to yell at them for billing me twice.

Adjusted my online payment to get rid of the monthly fee.

Called about info to refinance my house.

Filled out application to refinance my house. One year after I bought it but omg the rates.

Watched 4 episodes of Shameless.

Downloaded, saved, and labeled all my PD certificates.

Submitted coursework for my +45 column change.

Found out I’m going to have work work until I’m 75 to retire with my full pension lol.

Finished and submitted the first module of my second grad class of the summer.

Another metaphor for life. Apparently it’s been almost 2 months. Is it still March? Is it summer? What is even happening anymore?

I’ve been splitting time between Maine and home. I’ve read 7 more books. Watched Hamilton. Signed up for 3 grad classes.

My house is still a mess and half put together. Slowly working on it. I started my online summer transition to middle school program this week. I filed my taxes today. They are due tomorrow. I tore my house apart trying to find my W-2. I called the bank twice. I fixed my escrow. Updated my mortgage payment. Got my missing tax info. Cleaned out my car. Scheduled a chimney inspection.

It’s been a productive day which is more than I can say for the last 100 days or so.

I’m trying not to think about school in the fall because it seems like everyone is all “let’s go back. This seems great” and I’m all “I don’t want to die.”

So for now I read and paint my house and attempt to get rid of the clutter. I go to Maine and spend time in the lake and convince myself to work on my grad classes.

The plant looked pretty okay.

A few leaves were beginning to yellow but overall things looked fine.

Turns out, below the surface, nothing was fine.

My plant has no roots.

I suppose I didn’t water it enough.

The plant is totally a metaphor for me. Looks okay. But wasn’t cared for. Lacking firm roots. Unhealthy at its core.

We’re about to find out whether it’s too late.

First window open day of 2020!

I feel like in should be outside enjoying the sun and the warmth. But I can’t bring myself to get out of bed.

Time isn’t real anymore.

How is it day 50 of quarantine? How is it May?

What have I done other than school work, sleep, and eat for the last 50 days?

I sure didn’t clean or organize my house. I sure didn’t work out.

I did read 13 books and do 5 puzzles and spend a week in Maine.

My fridge is empty except for liquids. I won’t go today because I want to respect workers strike day. I won’t go over the weekend because #morepeople.

I went to Maine for a week. It was such a nice break from the real word. I brought all my food with me and stayed at the family cabin. I put my feet in the lake (brrrr) and delivered a cake to my dad. It was nice to see my parents (outside and from 6+ feet away) for the first time since January.