january 4 of the brand new year. monday. it's been raining with purpose for a few days now and today is no different. most people are grudgingly returning back to work after the holidays, emerging from an oversated state of sloth, getting back into the swing of it. me, i was no different but i never really stopped perusing the job boards and classifieds; sending out resumes. the pickings have been skint and uninspiring. i'm back at it with a vengeance, hoping that my persistence will actually pay off. so it is said.
the alarm rings and i am swing my legs out of bed, reluctant to push my body out of its inertia. whatever i was dreaming of was surely a better state than this. my list of household errands will keep me occupied well enough today. i've also got a long list of things to do, which only partially includes: scan 250 childhood photos of Matt; make a few phone calls (which will have to wait until after 6, if they can. they are inquiries mostly, information gathering), grocery shop, doctor's appointment, drop off and pick up library books, change my blog categories (as clever as those already created they seem rather lame and vague now), take a picture for the royal city 52 week photo challenge (week one is already over), ya-da ya-da ya-da. i can only do so much in a day, especially when travel is involved. i will open up my email and turn on my phone, see if i've managed to elicit any sort of response, from anyone. and carry on.
here's a p.s: i've started tagging my posts, which sort of defy a one or two word description for the most part, but i'm trying. reaching out my fingers out there to anywhere and see what i touch.
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every day is d. day 