A Nice Cup Of Snoot-Tea
Jan. 31st, 2026 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeIt has been an incredibly busy and exhausting week, to the point of being overwhelming. I have still felt lethargic after the tail-end of last week's illness, but pushed myself through work despite my better judgement. This was despite sleeping exceptionally poorly on both Monday night and Wednesday night, with an average of two hours' sleep each night. I've also been applying for jobs, while on Friday, I submitted all the details for my tax return to my accountants. Now that's done, I'm hoping to get the final document I need for the immigration people for me to secure permanent residence. It has taken longer than expected, but I'm hoping I'm reaching the end of the bureaucracy, at least for now.
Tomorrow, I head back to the UK for 18 days, largely to see family and attend Scotiacon. The direct flights to Glasgow have all been seemingly cancelled so I am going via Edinburgh. I'll be seeing my father before the con, and I'm glad I opted to fly on Sunday rather than Friday night (there were no flights today). There were a few reasons for this - I wanted to do more writing today and there is an online Jackbox event this evening - but it has given me more time to do all the chores I needed to do. One of those was on Friday when I went for my usual yearly trip to the sexual health clinic. I always go in January and had wanted to do it earlier in the month, but the illness, lack of sleep and falling over on the snow twice pushed things further back. I tend to feel sick when I have my blood taken and I didn't want to risk fainting. The service is really friendly though and I got all the tests I needed, with the results coming on Monday. Fortunately, I didn't fall on the snow again. After last Saturday's tumble on the packing strap, I slipped down a hill on Tuesday when carrying my shopping home. I fell on my bum, which at least cushioned the blow, but pulled muscles in my right wrist and thumb. This didn't hurt as much as Saturday's fall, but it has resulted in having two painful wrists for most of the week.
Aside from that, I haven't done as much writing as I would have liked this week, due to the illness and bureaucracy. Wolfie is still sick with his cough, which is now starting its fourth week, so I had to do most of the chores again, including picking up parcels from the local pack station when they couldn't be bothered to ring on the doorbell. I also wanted to meet up with Al and the crew this week before going back to the UK, but ultimately, I ran out of time. Still, I had a productive writers' group meeting last night and my writing website has had its best month ever. Furthermore, there may be a few more freelance editing gigs coming my way, which will hopefully mean I can ditch my least favourite client. We'll see what happens on that regard, but I would really like to move into professional editing of fiction and non-fiction than the soul-sucking stuff I'm doing now.
I'm also glad that January is now over as it seems to have lasted half a year. With two cons and family visits in February, I'm hoping for a good month, while I'd really love my professional situation to improve. I am trying, that's all I can say, but things are tough on the jobs market right now. I just have to keep going I guess, but I'd like a bit of luck soon.
Early Sunday morning update: It's been a fun evening on Jackbox playing the likes of Gartic Phone with the usual crew. It felt very much like the one bright spell of the pandemic again and I am glad these are coming back every month. It did end quite early though, with Procyon, Doveux, Wolfie and I staying on for another few hours to play a few more games. It was great catching up and I'm looking forward to the next one.
Tomorrow, I head back to the UK for 18 days, largely to see family and attend Scotiacon. The direct flights to Glasgow have all been seemingly cancelled so I am going via Edinburgh. I'll be seeing my father before the con, and I'm glad I opted to fly on Sunday rather than Friday night (there were no flights today). There were a few reasons for this - I wanted to do more writing today and there is an online Jackbox event this evening - but it has given me more time to do all the chores I needed to do. One of those was on Friday when I went for my usual yearly trip to the sexual health clinic. I always go in January and had wanted to do it earlier in the month, but the illness, lack of sleep and falling over on the snow twice pushed things further back. I tend to feel sick when I have my blood taken and I didn't want to risk fainting. The service is really friendly though and I got all the tests I needed, with the results coming on Monday. Fortunately, I didn't fall on the snow again. After last Saturday's tumble on the packing strap, I slipped down a hill on Tuesday when carrying my shopping home. I fell on my bum, which at least cushioned the blow, but pulled muscles in my right wrist and thumb. This didn't hurt as much as Saturday's fall, but it has resulted in having two painful wrists for most of the week.
Aside from that, I haven't done as much writing as I would have liked this week, due to the illness and bureaucracy. Wolfie is still sick with his cough, which is now starting its fourth week, so I had to do most of the chores again, including picking up parcels from the local pack station when they couldn't be bothered to ring on the doorbell. I also wanted to meet up with Al and the crew this week before going back to the UK, but ultimately, I ran out of time. Still, I had a productive writers' group meeting last night and my writing website has had its best month ever. Furthermore, there may be a few more freelance editing gigs coming my way, which will hopefully mean I can ditch my least favourite client. We'll see what happens on that regard, but I would really like to move into professional editing of fiction and non-fiction than the soul-sucking stuff I'm doing now.
I'm also glad that January is now over as it seems to have lasted half a year. With two cons and family visits in February, I'm hoping for a good month, while I'd really love my professional situation to improve. I am trying, that's all I can say, but things are tough on the jobs market right now. I just have to keep going I guess, but I'd like a bit of luck soon.
Early Sunday morning update: It's been a fun evening on Jackbox playing the likes of Gartic Phone with the usual crew. It felt very much like the one bright spell of the pandemic again and I am glad these are coming back every month. It did end quite early though, with Procyon, Doveux, Wolfie and I staying on for another few hours to play a few more games. It was great catching up and I'm looking forward to the next one.
