Anne Tyler's improbable world

These days, I'm craving Anne Tyler novels. She's so very good at writing about people and families in flux. Her writing is comforting, but I wonder if some of her appeal is like the appeal of science fiction and fantasy. The familes and untethered people landing on solid ground are foreign to me, living in the world as I do. It's a balm, but it's also a world I don't know anything about. But I suppose even reptiles dream.

Busy season is over, but work is still not great and I am kind of looking. I'll look harder once my first year is up. Really don't want to move, though I need to probably stick with my current employer. I have golden handcuffs, though they are still a little loose.

Steeling myself for September

This will be my last free weekend for quite a while, I already know we will be working next weekend and mostly likely I won't be off again until October. At least I know what to expect this time. Right now I'm okay with it. I'm trying to be more like one of my slacker coworkers who seems to not really care about work performance.

I applied for a remote job, I'll probably pull the trigger if there's interest and the pay is sufficient. I'd stay here a while longer then maybe go elsewhere eventually, even if just elsewhere in this state where I could maybe get away from apartment living. I miss having more space between myself and others. Sometimes I think that's one of the things that bothers me most, that I'm back to the lifestyle of 25 years ago.

Feeling better momentarily, but I know last year I began slipping into a funk around this time that i never entirely got out of, so here we are again. No smoke in the air at least, for right now. I don't get out much anymore at this point, have lost interest. Keep thinking, is this it? I'm starting to think of everything in past tense. I'm at least sleeping better....