I don’t think any of my texts went to the wrong people during our grand annual Halloween tradition of the OC going nuts this year. I sure did get a lot of them, but I don’t think any reached anyone they weren’t supposed to. I’m just glad I didn’t get stuck as my Halloween costume again this year.
One of the texts that got to me was from my mother. I maintain low contact mainly because I’d rather know where she is than be surprised by running into her somewhere I don’t expect her to be. Otherwise I probably would have blocked the number a long time ago. Wasn’t really in the mood to see her political garbage.
So… I’ve just been funneling a lot of emotion into rage cleaning. It’s weirdly productive. Mad about something, just… find an area that needs to be tidied up or scrubbed. Or just resort books or dvds or something. I’ve completely re-alphabetized the girls’ bookshelves, deep cleaned the fridge and freezer, and now that appliances are working again I might clean the oven without fear of it trying to turn itself on during the process. At work, I’ve completely re-organized the library’s back room where the school keeps the copier and die cut machine and all the materials that they both use. To be fair, that last part needed to happen years before I got to it. The library assistant before me must have been one of those “I’m ____ years away from retirement, so I don’t care” kinds.