Yesterday, after it was done snowing, but still windy as hell, I went out and tackled the snowblowing. Even fully bundled up, with chemical heatpacks stuffed in my $90 gloves, my hands were still cold when I came inside. The drifting out there was crazy -- we had two feet of snow on the sidewalk, but less than an inch in the middle of the driveway. Today, I'm not going anywhere near that front door. I'm staying inside. So, here's what I'm doing today:
updating my résumécarved from four pages to two-and-a-half
- applying to at least 10 jobs -- at this point, I'll do whatever
first round of dishes in the kitchen second round, kitchen
- sorting through two boxes of detritus that came out of my nightstand when we replaced the bedroom set this last summer
write a blog post for my bike biz site, per the marketing calendar link
- work on the headbadge design in Illustrator
- write 1000 words, fiction
- start looking for a part-time job, spinning wrench at a bike shop
write a short blog post for DB.N link
Eddy, Development of
Eddy's doing well. He's still behind the curve on some developmental stuff, but he's still developing. He's taken to calling me "mama" for some reason (I won't contemplate the why
of that), and added "cout" to his vocabulary (referring to the cat, "Scout," the only one who will tolerate him at-length). His new favorite books is Where the Wild Things Are
, which we read at least twice before bed every night.
Okay, I Lied
I just went outside. I had to put the car in the driveway (forgot last night, but did not get a ticket and the car did start, so it was a win), and I had to take the trash out. It's bone-chilling cold out there. Only wore a baseball hat, was only outside for about 90 seconds, total, and my ears hurt.
Stay safe out there, Midwesterners. It's brutal.
Checking off to-dos, and maybe posting some writing excerpts. We'll see.