Brain is liquifying

It is snowing, as it has all day long. Quite picturesque, especially since I don’t have to travel in it. Ruby is resting on her fleece dog bed in front of the radiator. She looks supremely content, and very regal. Very dignified. As dignified as she can look when she’s surrounded by fleece toys, all visibly matted with dried dog saliva. Oh, and a plastic squeaky hot dog. In the kitchen, she has a full bowl of food, two full bowls of water, another basket of toys.  

I’m going a little bit crazy. I just finished reading The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion, which is largely about grief. She writes about how there are some human conditions to which we do not easily acclimate, if ever at all. One of those things is unemployment. Amen. My closets are organized. Everything I own that will submit to ironing has been. The dog has a variety of homemade snacks. (Alright, we’re down to one kind.) My bookshelves are organized.

Time to return to gainful employment.

Still no updates on any of the jobs I’ve interviewed for.

No updates on any of the men I’ve interviewed, either. (I call dating “interviewing.” I’m interviewing candidates for the permanent man-friend position, as I like to say.)

I am making a tiny bit of progress. I am working on my goal of eventually being able to do a Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle. I do several NYT puzzles every day of varying difficulty. I need the official dictionary for every day past Monday however. Sometimes I can do a Tuesday without consulting it.

To put this in perspective, the days get more difficult, Sunday being the hardest. So, think of it as seven levels, and I am barely to level two.

Finished a couple of books for some of the book challenges I’m doing. I posted some “reviews” on the In My Shoes page.