Possibly the last actual #VPXV post?

[[first 3 paragraphs from yesterday afternoon]]
They're replacing the center beam under the house today, and the process of banging bits of temporary wall into place, and then cutting out the old beam is a touch nerve-wracking. grauwulf is home this afternoon for his first grad-school final, as it needs some sort of weird proctoring web-cam set-up that takes a lot of bandwidth & a 3-hour time-block, and I continue to find it odd that at any given moment I'm slightly less frazzled by the various construction noises. It's just that I've been around for a great deal more moments of them. At any rate, he's taken over my sewing room for the duration of the test, while I sit downstairs and try not to flinch every time they start pounding more bits into or out of place.

I've written around 2.5k since this whole construction thing started, and half of that was the homework assignment for VP. All last week I had bits of mental activity sinking into my muscles in the form of physical tension and making various bits of my legs sore (admittedly, part of that could have been the chairs) but it wasn't until I got back home that I realized I hadn't been clenching my jaw all week-- which I only noticed because I started again, of course. A lot of the other VP students went through various periods of transformative misery over the course of the workshop; I got the miserable out of the way on the drive up and didn't look back.

( sometimes what you need is for somebody you just met to remind you it's ok to have fun )

Possibly the last actual #VPXV post?

[[first 3 paragraphs from yesterday afternoon]]
They're replacing the center beam under the house today, and the process of banging bits of temporary wall into place, and then cutting out the old beam is a touch nerve-wracking. grauwulf is home this afternoon for his first grad-school final, as it needs some sort of weird proctoring web-cam set-up that takes a lot of bandwidth & a 3-hour time-block, and I continue to find it odd that at any given moment I'm slightly less frazzled by the various construction noises than he is. It's just that I've been around for a great deal more moments of them. At any rate, he's taken over my sewing room for the duration of the test, while I sit downstairs and try not to flinch every time they start pounding more bits into or out of place.

I've written around 2.5k since this whole construction thing started, and half of that was the homework assignment for VP. All last week I had bits of mental activity sinking into my muscles in the form of physical tension and making various bits of my legs sore (admittedly, part of that could have been the chairs) but it wasn't until I got back home that I realized I hadn't been clenching my jaw all week-- which I only noticed because I started again, of course. A lot of the other VP students went through various periods of transformative misery over the course of the workshop; I got the miserable out of the way on the drive up and didn't look back.

( sometimes what you need is for somebody you just met to remind you it's ok to have fun )

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