Seems like the last few days have been a blur. Sometimes I feel like Billy Pilgrim, existing simultaneously in all moments of my life — or am I confusing him with Dr. Manhattan? Part of me right now is the faithful service-oriented doc (gotta keep up that NPS!), part is gritting my teeth on commute, part is lying in bed at 5:50 AM wondering if another ten minutes horizontal is going to make much difference to the big picture. Eat, Treat, Drive, and Sleep. What a life.
I love the work, and I have a sneaking suspicion that I could get used to this routine. Folks have had to do much worse over the years, right? I mean, I’m not in a bloody coal mine. And I’m making more money, enough that we’re actually SAVING money for a change.
Still, I wish I had more free time. I leave my chores to the weekend, so by the time Saturday rolls around most of my time is spent shopping, doing the laundry, cleaning. Yes, Lucie, I know — get domestic help — but until my longterm future resolves itself, we’re reluctant to increase our spending.
Selling the house in Harbor would be a big help.
Getting a permanent spot would be an even bigger help.
Meanwhile, I keep working and hoping.
D.
I think it’s Manhattan that experiences all times simultaneously. Billy Pilgrim just jumps around. (Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.)
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Listen: as much as I love Vonnegut, he had his mannerisms.
I went through a Vonnegut phase, but it wore off very quickly…