We haven’t had a tv in our room in at least a decade. Not like I’d be able to see it anyways, so it would just be unnecessary noise.
I also started journaling again. 6 lines/night - that’s enough. I scarcely journaled at all last year, which is odd, because it was a year of such highs and lows:
- Went to DL w/Bestie. (When are we doing that again, BTW?)
- Finally ran out of luck and we all got the ‘Vid.
- Took delivery of the trailer.
- Bought a new truck, after months of searching!
- Went to Buffalo a few times. You scoff, but that was a big deal, considering how long that border was closed.
- Took two short in-province camping trips, before embarking on the summer of our lives down south.
- Rode out a Hurricane in a 33’ tin can.
- Came back to join Auntie’s full time palliative care team. Spent 2 meaningful months with her before being the one who was there with her holding her hand when she passed. (How is that 4 weeks ago already?!?)
Journaling was part of my daily structure, which has been totally absent in our house with Mike and I not working. Hopefully the interest rates settle down a bit, and the new home industry picks up again, because another year of unemployment means we’ll be living in that 33’ tin can full time! No tv in the bedroom there either.