Grump Central Archive: Week of 2 December 2018
Saturday, 8 December. The days flip past almost faster than I can keep track, and as the cold seeps into my soul, I often wish humans could hibernate so I could skip ahead to warmer days. Cold nearly immobilizes me as it is, yet I'm left awake and aware of the discomfort. As I write this, it's 19 degrees outside. (About the image: bits of a sunrise are reflected in a new window.)
Friday, 7 December. Thanks to the selfless contributions of time and effort from other fellow humans, all external doors and windows are in place (save for the garage door). The house is thus transformed. And we all enjoyed a marvelous lunch together. Humanity may be dying, but it's not yet dead—I'm glad I've lived long enough to witness some of the last few glimmers.
Thursday, 6 December. Yesterday saw some good progress thanks to my helper. Today he returns with two friends to install the sliding glass doors. With those out of the way, the only hole left to plug will be the garage door, which is scheduled for delivery on 30 December. Soon the house will be buttoned up, and I can start heating it... somehow.
Wednesday, 5 December. I've been encouraged by the early GoFundMe activity; I'm so very grateful for the contributions! The reality of the situation is, however, that reaching even a fraction of my goal will take a very long time indeed, so I'll need to be much more proactive and creative to keep things moving.
Tuesday, 4 December. It's becoming increasingly hard to remain motivated when the prospect of finishing is in doubt. Sometimes I don't even want to go inside because it's so depressing.
Monday, 3 December. It rained most of the weekend, which seemed fitting for my deeply gloomy state of mind. With all of the windows in and some rooms insulated, the house is disturbingly quiet. And the 100% humidity turned all of the insulation black—I hope it hasn't been damaged. Mostly I just tidied up: bagged trash, flattened boxes, collected recyclables, and sorted through leftover supplies looking for unopened stuff I can return to the stores.
Sunday, 2 December. I continue work on the house despite the fact that I can't finish it under my current financial circumstances. I've got nothing else to do. Life really, really sucks. And then you die.
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