Doing Okay

Sitting here at my desk in my room that I’ve spent an amount of time this weekend cleaning, I’m realizing…I’m doing okay. I’ve got a clean desk, pretty pens, a great idea I’m excited to write…all fourteen (so far) seasons of Supernatural on Netflix…

I know I said Supernatural wasn’t my thing. I think I’ve said that a lot, actually. But. BUT.

For years, I watched Aliens as my escape movie. No matter how bad things were in my life, Ripley was having it a lot worse. And then she survived! Saved her little family, and escaped. (We don’t talk about the third movie. There IS no third movie. There never was.)

I don’t like horror, but I do go the route of “need something more gruesome than real life” in my comfort TV/movie viewing. And while so much about Supernatural is not my thing (scary! gory!) so much of it IS. (Loyalty! Angst! Heroism! Eye of the Tiger! Pretty men!)

So yeah. Tonight* KD embarks on yet another plan to get her life together, wherein she writes things, works for a living (essential services, so I gotta work. But we’re being careful, and I’m sure glad to have my job!) and watches TV and movies and reads books, and also takes care of her house and a garden and–

Okay, we’ll start with writing, working, and watching TV. Other things to be stuck in around the edges, as opportunities arise.

Take care, friends. Be safe.

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*not actually starting Supernatural tonight. I need to be able to get to sleep! Not sure when I will watch it, since right before bed is a Bad Plan…