Gyro Hit
Lord Bitweaver’s Journal, 6th of Colddark, 716
I’m barely keeping my eyes open before bed tonight. Another long hard-working day at the bit mines has caught up with me. Roxy and I also headed out after work to meet a friend for some (delicious) Greek dinner and an exchange of items that had to go to various cons. The food and the company were both top-notch; nothing to complain about there except maybe the hour’s drive to meet them halfway.
Emotionally, all over the place tonight. One moment I’m feeling empowered by my personal projects, the next fatalistic. I’ve been feeling a lot that for every moment of fun I get to have lately, I’ve been spending hours of responsibility and anxiety; and the imbalance is affecting my outlook a bit. Roxy agrees that we need to make some changes; of course, as I mentioned, I’ll be talking to a doctor about my chemical balance ASAP.
But Roxy thinks we could also use a vacation, a real one where we don’t even watch the budget carefully. I’m all in favor of course, but it will be quite some time before we can afford anything like that, so it’s being filed under “pipe dream” for the time being.
Hope the morning’s warmer tomorrow. Nearly froze my face off in 22-degree weather this morning, and managed to lose my gloves today to boot. I honestly miss the 75-degree weather we were having around Christmas.
I find that unscheduled road trips to some place I have never been before on the weekend is a fun little mini vacation and all it costs is a tank or two of gas and food. Do a few of those and it might help.
As it turned out, MarsCon did a lovely job of recharging me even with being a scheduled trip with a few responsibilities sprinkled around. On the other hand, I’d love to give your idea a shot as well.