The Burlap Soulmate

Things I could write about if only possessed the inspiration to do so.

1) Succesful projects and praise at work
2) Pride in successful home improvement projects
3) Dismay at the number of projects still pending
4) Frustration at having to do all of the above with hyper-nutjob puppy underfoot
5) Joy at the beagle-love fest that greets me every day coming home

Details to follow. Promise. Sometime when I'm not so in my head.

I don't do well with mornings, well, weekday mornings anyway. While Staz is more than happy to complain about my chipper, bubbly, weekend morning self, I find workday mornings somewhat difficult. They're much better than they used to be. With a job you enjoy at a pay that seems fair, with a laid-back boss that I actually like, it's hard to complain. But there is still a certain melancholy that affects me every time I leave the comforts of my warm bed and my lovely snoozing bride. Maybe I just think about everything that's waiting for me besides work; Feeding animals, walking animals, showering, changing, brushing, then the long tedious drive. Maybe it's the idea of doing this every day for the forseeable future, and hoping there is still some adventure left in what remains of my life. I don't really know. All I know is I really have no right to this mood. Honesty, I don't think I could possibly have it any better. New house, new wife, Great job with great money and a chance for actual career advancement. I guess if you take away all things to complain about, I'll just have to make something up.

I am in such a complete and total rut. Lately, my work is uninspiring, as I move from the cool and fun phase of product concepts to the crushingly boring, brain and soul-draining activities of setting said product up for actual factory production. It doesn't help that no one at the company can make a decision. We can't even figure out WHERE to build the thing let alone HOW to do it.

The house is still a disaster, and the time and money required for forward progress just isn't there. We've made a lot of prgoress already since buying it in February, but as each project is completed there are only more projects behind it.

Even my conversation with Staz are uninspired, through no fault of her own. We're in our 4th month of mariage, could we really be out of things to talk about? If it's not about the house, or work, or the dogs, I have little else to say.

I'm just not very interesting lately.

Case in point...

The following things should NOT happen in October:

1) AC kicks on more than 5 times in a day
2) burn hands on steering wheel
3) Feel guilty leaving dogs in car more than 5 minutes
4) Sweating...of any way, shape, or form.

Just saying. There is a limited amount of time for things to start REALLY cooling off or theres gonna be trouble.

In other news, I'm starting to like my house. It's mostly her doing of course. And while it may have cost us a few thousand in unused paint, roller covers, pour spouts, tray liners, umpteen bazillions of brushes, and even more hours of aggravation, I really like the way our house is taking shape, the way it's starting (just starting mind you) to feel like OUR house. It's got a long way to go but it gets easier with every project.