Good morning, Readers!
It's not as oppressively hot today. When I woke up this morning, my toes were no longer on fire. Having the fan point at them the entire night, trying to keep myself as cool as possible so I could sleep. Which is another thing. I slept fairly well last night. It's been two nights of poor sleep before then, due to the heat. Last night was better.
Today is going to be another scorcher, but not in the same way as the past couple of days, and for that, I'm profoundly grateful.
Other than the weather, there's not so much going on that is remarkable in my life currently.
CERB is going to expire next month, and that has me very stressed, as the office where I used to work and hope to work again still is not open. Which is good - the plague is still very much an issue, even if people want to pretend it's not. I'm throwing around ideas for freelance or contract work, just in case I never do get my job back. I'm thinking maybe freelance editing. I don't know.
The freelance life doesn't really appeal to me. Sure, I love the idea of doing the work whenever I feel like it, as long as it gets done - the freedom of that is really appealing. The idea that if I want to go to a long brunch on any given day, I can, makes me sigh for want.
However, the lack of stability - which I need and crave - leaves me in paroxysms of stress. It gives me hives. Unless I have a relatively stable source of income, I can't deal.
I don't know how freelancers do it, honestly. I am in awe of them.
Still, if my job never returns, what then? I can apply like hell for jobs elsewhere, but job applications take a while. And there's no guarantee I'll get any of the jobs I apply for.
That's what is taking the largest portion of my brain power currently. Unless I win the lotto, I feel like I'm pretty much screwed.
So... Thanks for nothing, plague.
Right, speaking of editing, I have some work for a friend to do. But first:
Today is going to be another scorcher, but not in the same way as the past couple of days, and for that, I'm profoundly grateful.
Other than the weather, there's not so much going on that is remarkable in my life currently.
CERB is going to expire next month, and that has me very stressed, as the office where I used to work and hope to work again still is not open. Which is good - the plague is still very much an issue, even if people want to pretend it's not. I'm throwing around ideas for freelance or contract work, just in case I never do get my job back. I'm thinking maybe freelance editing. I don't know.
The freelance life doesn't really appeal to me. Sure, I love the idea of doing the work whenever I feel like it, as long as it gets done - the freedom of that is really appealing. The idea that if I want to go to a long brunch on any given day, I can, makes me sigh for want.
However, the lack of stability - which I need and crave - leaves me in paroxysms of stress. It gives me hives. Unless I have a relatively stable source of income, I can't deal.
I don't know how freelancers do it, honestly. I am in awe of them.
Still, if my job never returns, what then? I can apply like hell for jobs elsewhere, but job applications take a while. And there's no guarantee I'll get any of the jobs I apply for.
That's what is taking the largest portion of my brain power currently. Unless I win the lotto, I feel like I'm pretty much screwed.
So... Thanks for nothing, plague.
Right, speaking of editing, I have some work for a friend to do. But first:
30 Day Song Challenge - Day 28
A Song by an Artist Whose Voice You Love
This young lad from Kazakhstan has a six octave range. SIX OCTAVES. This is a Kazakh folk song, which never approaches the soprano he can achieve, but I love it all the same.
Ciao!
Ciao!
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