Grump Central Archive: Week of 6 October 2019
Saturday, 12 October 2019
Friday was spent volunteering, and today will be spent cleaning up in preparation for a surprise visitor this afternoon, so I've been sufficiently distracted to keep from slipping into a darker place, although it does mean no progress on the house.
Friday, 11 October 2019
Septic system re-inspected. Getting ready to wrap up. "How long will it take to get the report?" I ask. "Two weeks" is the answer. Anyone see Money Pit? The stress of this whole ordeal is taking its toll on my head and body.
Thursday, 10 October 2019
Today I'm supposed to get my septic system re-inspected as a fix for the original engineer's failure to do it right the first time—four years ago. I'm drowning in a cesspool of incompetence and bureaucracy. And it's not helping with my depression one bit. Meanwhile, I ventured out into my private wilderness to check on the gutter system, and discovered some major earthworks going on at the bottom of the hill: that brand new foxhole is almost big enough for a small bear...
Wednesday, 9 October 2019
My head has been so messed up the last few days that I was convinced Monday was Tuesday. Part of that stems from being retired: days blend together, and weekends are irrelevant. But the larger part comes from being in the throes of a seriously depressed state. People who don't understand depression think I can just watch comedy movies or do "happy" things and make it go away. Nope. It's more helpful to think of it as a case of the flu: there's no shortcut to the end (despite what some people mistakenly believe about the flu); you just have to ride it out.
Tuesday, 8 October 2019
I've been doing my best to just keep working, with the hopes it will distract me from the worst of the depression. I have at least finished all of the gutters on the house, which is an accomplishment that's been long coming.
Monday, 7 October 2019
Strange how short-lived the high from showering has been, as I find myself slipping into yet another funk; I'd have thought I'd be on top of the world for a month. Such is chronic depression. One strange consequence has been a really screwed-up sleep schedule: I'm usually in bed by 7-8 PM and up between 2 and 4 AM.
Sunday, 6 October 2019
Spent the day yesterday volunteering, so nothing got done on the house. Today I want to try and get the last of the gutters installed before we head into a week of rain.