Today felt productive again, even if I didn’t exactly start with a game plan. I finally got the laundry done and hung up, and sorted my clothes between the two rigs. It’s not fancy, just a bit of color coding. My grungy “road work” clothes are now in the travel trailer, and my slightly more cheerful land-life clothes are in the fifth wheel. I might not love those dirt-hiding clothes, but I’m too cheap to ditch them. So they live where they’ll get used most.
Someone gave me a stack of old teeshirts, so I’ve been messing around with no-sew hacks. It’s kinda fun and feels creative without being too intense.
I did a bit of cable wrangling on my battery charging station and spent some time on my new journal setup. I don’t start the new book until July, but I’ve been transferring notes and to-do’s to get a head start, and to get my head straight after the chaos of the past few weeks.
The big win? I installed a 6000 BTU mini split in the bedroom! Before this, I only had a portable AC in the living space, and it took forever to cool the whole place. Now, with this little unit (gifted, thankfully), I can cool the bedroom in 15 minutes, perfect for a nap. It’s heavy, though, and I’ll need to add some supports to avoid damage long term.
But you know what’s really on my mind?
This AC unit was supposed to be sorted by someone else. My ex, earlier this year, offered me his unit because he never used it. I thought he was being kind. Turns out… it was just another promise that fizzled. He ghosted without much explanation, and I honestly don’t know what happened to the AC unit or us for that matter. It’s like he mentioned it to get some kudos but then not to follow through. And when I finally needed that follow-through? Silence.
The generator situation was the same. Promises made, help offered, and then poof—gone. That one really pissed me off because it was part of a deal, not just a favor.
I’m still chewing on that stuff. Not because I want to be stuck in it—but because I’m tired of fixing things others said they’d handle. I am getting things done, but damn… it’d be nice to have less emotional cleanup alongside the practical kind.
