In maybe a month I will see if life has gotten any easier. My 2 coworkers and I just finished a short writing course aimed at online marketers, and we all managed to hit the deadline for each daily assignment, which I am very proud about. But Mike and I both are terrible with deadlines, so we were just barely posting our work with a few minutes to spare, and the deadline was always 4am. So our sleep got terribly messed up. I don’t know about other people, but when I don’t sleep all night, I experience pain all over the next day. So I’ve had all-over pain for the last week.

Just when I was finally able to sleep a stretch of 5 hours at a time and felt more human, a situation came down the road. My landlord, who manages this house for his family, said his siblings want to sell it now. So he has no choice, and an appraiser has to come in in a few days. Here’s where I had to finally think about how I’ve been living, surrounded by boxes and papers. I haven’t arranged with him to get house repairs done. So I talked with him about those, which are considerable.

During this poor sleep cycle I’ve allowed other things to pile up — laundry, and much more. I have to make a herculean effort just so his brother can come and make a repair list tomorrow. I feel weak and tired already, and I’ve hardly started. I will have to do what I can, because what I would like to do is beyond my strength.

And eventually, I’m going to have to find somewhere else to live. But one thing at a time.