Anyway, here I am on the HP, hereafter known as The Hippie, which also has not much power in the battery, but after searching half the drawers in the house, I found the power cord for Hippie and plugged him in, so I can keep doing what I was doing. If only the brain interruptions would stop. There is too much happening lately and I'm not in a good place mentally.
Everything that Needs To Happen seems to be happening this week and next week isn't looking any better, with five days booked out of the seven for Things That Need To Be Done.
Yesterday, Tuesday, I had a day to do almost nothing, a couple of loads of washing were scheduled, but at least six times people came knocking on my door, so there went several hours, add in taking my old printer to an electronics drop-off point for disposal and Tuesday was over.
Today, Wednesday, I had someone coming to install a pet door, so Lola could come and go from the back porch without me having to keep the screen door propped open. The door was successfully installed hours ago, but she seems confused by it and when I go to show her how to push it open, she runs away. She will just have to work it out on her own.
I also made a trip to the bank, did a bit of shopping, (I was out of eggs and bread) and now it is after 4pm already.
Tomorrow a building inspector is coming around (at 8am!) they're doing a check on building structure and also taking photos inside and out of any changes that have been made since moving in. He will ask if I put up the curtain rods (yes) or were they there when I moved in (no) and other stuff like that. He'll probably photograph the cracks in the walls and ask if they were there when I moved in. Did I install the airconditioner? Well, no. Not personally, I'm not that clever, ha ha. I've heard from others who have already had this inspection that EVERYTHING gets photographed. I'm going to have to ask him to not photograph the family photos on the wall.
Tomorrow is my usual Friday away from home, Monday ditto.
Tuesday next week I have to do a fasting blood test to check how the cholesterol is going, that means a trip to the clinic, two buses, and two buses to get home again. Day over.
Wednesday, two buses again to the clinic to see the doctor and discuss the results of that blood test. Then two buses home again. Day over.
Thursday, a "Home Visit" is scheduled. A housing officer comes around asking questions and taking notes. How are we? Are we coping alright? Do we have any issues about living here? Do we need help with anything? and so on.
There's other stuff going on that I'm unable to talk about, family stuff...
All of this is in my head going round and round and I'm unable to settle to any one particular task.
My calm has vanished and taken my serenity with it. My multitasking gene is dead and buried.
Time for a nice hot chocolate.