I am almost at the point of being a little stir crazy, but not quite there yet. I think by tomorrow I will be so ready to speed process people’s returns for 10 hours and it will be a rush. I’ll just keep telling myself that anyways.

It was so fun to meet up with Dozer and his posse of outfitter misfits. (I say that in the most complimentary of ways, of course).

Unfortunately, I got too excited about draft IPAs, and phew, I hadn’t experienced that type of headache in a while. Ouch. So I spend my Saturday sleeping, to the gym to sweat it out, Wendy’s $4 meal, and more sleeping. It was actually pretty nice to not attempt to create an itinerary for a day. Today was not a whole lot different. Gym, (actually broke a big sweat, weird), and Panera. However, I drove through and told myself I would use my free resources – aka the campground common area. Big mistake.

Not only is there barely-there phone service, but the WiFi they offer drops every 5 minutes. Not cool for when you’re trying to video chat your beloved fur baby.

I told myself I would just work on writing among other things, but it proved to be too cold in the ‘shed’ as they call it. 1 hour later, the laundry had managed to finish, a few weird guys had come and gone in and out, and I decided that back into the truck I would hide for the rest of the night. At least its toasty warm! I must admit, I am pretty happy that my parents are going to fly me home for Christmas. Pretty happy they have funds, and can do these things.

I’m anxious to get that feeling back, the feeling of working hard, and saving money – not spending all the time. Just going to try to keep my mouth shut. And scan the shit out of some returns.

Also trying to keep my evil monthly entity, ‘Carrie’, at bay. She is a force to be reckoned with, and reminded me today how shitty she can make your insides feel. Feeling like you’re going to keel over when you are mostly out and about in public is not a fun thing. Thanks Carrie.

I’ve been drinking buttloads of tea to #1, stay warm, and #2, hydrate and get Carrie to calm the fuck down. Side effect of such things include; well, basically just one. You have to pee, a lot. Also no fun for having to squat in the cold behind an abandoned RV.

So weird to think about this past summer, I thought I was going to die it was so hot. Now, I’m on the verge of an UTI because I don’t want to pee in the cold. Did I have a happy middle ground I am conveniently forgetting? Maybe I should work harder on appreciating those happy, comfortable squat times.

Maybe in a couple months, I will look back and think ,“ You thought that was cold?!”, but here’s hoping that’s not the case. 20 degrees Kentucky, you continue to surprise me. Positive note – it has not been raining. I will take it!