Happy Star Wars Day! (Yes, I said it – May the 4th be with you.)
Woke up at 3am, just before the storm rolled in. I pottered around for a couple of hours, caught in that weird space where you don’t know if it’s better to be productive or just lie there and try to rest. Today, I went with productive. Hey, at least something got done!
I finally fell back asleep around 6am and got a couple more hours in.
First mission of the day? A hot indoor shower. I usually shower outside (off-grid perks), but it was too chilly this morning. So I fired up the generator and enjoyed that sweet warm water. It wasn’t fancy, but it felt like luxury.
I’m actually loving how the mulch looks on that sandy patch in front of the 5th wheel, especially after the rain. It’s giving the land a bit more structure. Mulch is cheap at Walmart right now, so I’m grabbing more while I’m in town. One bag at a time, this place is slowly coming together.
The date? Meh. He was nice. But so painfully dull. Zero charisma. No spark. We even split the cheque, which, I don’t mind in theory, but it just gave off “not investing in this” vibes. I like to know that early, so that’s a win. No second date energy here.
I came home and crashed hard. Peopling is exhausting, especially when you’re forcing the smile.
BUT! After my nap, I hit a whole new energy level.
Cranked up my new Bluetooth speaker and had a solo hardstyle dance party. That speaker is honestly one of my favorite mental health tools right now, loud enough to drown out both the outside and inside noise. Total game-changer.
Got some washing up done, chipped away at the post-move chaos, and remembered (again) how tricky it is to keep a small space clean when you’ve got way too much stuff.
