I ever tell you that I love old Madonna? I don’t think that I’ve listened to anything after 4 Minutes but put on the Immaculate Collection and I will sing and dance [poorly] to every track. She did a SuperBowl halftime show with Minaj I think about 8 or so years back. She pulled a Jolie and went to Africa got herself a brown baby.

I sill love old Madge though, and recalling her impact on an impressionable teen girl, one might not wonder where I get some of my quirks.

I haven’t been able to get into a groove here yet and while it is not troubling —- yet, I have one eyebrow raised.

The big thing is should I be one to ponder is that I am not yet working. I think we can underestimate that eight hour block of time and how it stills the brain.

I am left in the day to continue to look for until the real job calls work, cleaning, unpacking…except I am mostly unpacked. Yes there are still 2 large boxes in the bedroom but I am seeking the appropriate furniture to put in the bedroom before I unload those. I’ve decided to opt out of a dresser and how I set things up is gonna look really cool.

There are only so many times in a day that one can sweep and mop a floor before it becomes ugly repetitive.

There is the constant interruption of maintenance. Yes the items need to get done. Yes I need to make space for them to get done. Yes allllll this shit should have been done before I moved in but here we are still.

There is the budget. I plotted this move pretty carefully, I accounted for just about everything except for the inept Commonwealth. There is now a 5k hole in the budget which I have to figure out how to fill, while painting and patching goes on over my left shoulder and the view from the window is less enticing.

There is the Daddy person with his issues under his roof. I cannot fix those though. Well…..I could except that problem is not my problem to alter and I have to let him manage it as best he can. I dislike watching him be stressed and I am convinced a tap to the chin would change that, but if I am being honest it would also create more stress and I am the stress manager not creator.

I did writing group yesterday and I might transcribe that. After all I have a lot of time to kill today, and my plans to go into the city must be delayed.

I even plotted out a half mile walk. Me. Walking. On purpose.

Overall things are better than Philly. I still need to find my groove though.