Life is both boring and terrifying all at once.
There's no work at work, so I'm not going to make enough this month to pay the bills.
Then there's the boring part. I have a lot of "stuff" to do, but most of my time is so fractured with teaching Thing 1, running around with Things 1 and 2, now teaching (which, when I'm taking the bus is a godsend of unadulterated time), and then...the stuff I do to myself (spinning, knitting, podcasting).
I'm trying, in the middle of all that, to find time to write--for publication--and that's what's got me right now. I need more than 15 minutes here or there, or an hour at night when I'm wiped out, to get the articles done and the book draft done.
Blah blah blah.
Bitch bitch bitch...
And in the middle of it all, I know I'm one of the luckiest people on the planet.