Sweet potato with cheese and cleaning windows at sunset..
Contract term is ended. No indication from the client if they want to extend. The work is not done. I feel weird. Should I quit politely. I need the money. Don't quit. The out of control feeling instead of a feeling of a job completed and well done. Other jobs though. Cooking for caregiving is a nervous process. The food is not what I would like to eat, there is a cycle which I could break if I find ways to work time around the meal times. Guilt at not wanting some food when others have no food. There is no motivation though to reorganise. The windows are dirty. They need cleaning. The El Nino dust is lingering on things which should be disposed of but there is sin in broaching those subjects. The place is hot. I should get up and move. I don't feel like it. Not like when I used to get up and go and run. It is easy to sit. There is enough junk to watch on the Internet. A few requests for information come in and I answer them. I take my time to compose an email o...