So I hooked up my own internet. Blah blah blah. Yay, me. All I did was plug the thing into the thing, and that other thing into the first thing, and then I could jump online and yammer about how I did it! I did the thing!
That evening I nearly had a nervous breakdown about the cords. The cords! They were all over my bedroom! And in a sprawl under my nightstand! And I DON’T HAVE ANY OUTLETS WHY DO I INSIST ON LIVING IN PLACES BUILT BEFORE THE 1930s GAH.
Also, I have my third Urinary Tract Infection since October. And I didn’t want to eat dinner because I felt sick, but I had to eat dinner to take my medicine that would make me feel better, and why is everything a vicious cycle nowadays?
So I called Cautionary Husband and he came over. He brought an extension cord and Chipotle. And after we ate and I had taken my medicine we assessed the cord situation and figured out a handy method of HIDING THE CORDS BEHIND MY BED ISN’T IT OBVIOUS THAT I DON’T HAVE A BRAIN.
And then we cuddled for a while and devised a plan to keep me from continuing to lose my shit, which included taking a damn sick day for once and resting a bit. And, if I felt like it, running the errands I’ve been putting off, such as changing our addresses at the Post Office.
And so I did. I called in sick. I rested. I watched the Inauguration, which rocked my face off. I ran errands. I got a pedicure. And I rested some more.
I guess I’m not completely able to figure out life on my own yet. But I think I’m getting there.
Yeah, I’m getting there.