There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow, according to Jane Austen, and after three weeks back on the temping train, I can see her point. This new job is fairly monotonous, with lots of little projects that I've been learning to do with some amount of success. Most of them involve playing with tape, scissors, highlighters, paperclips, and a manual typewriter; there is something deeply satisfying about the whole exercise.
There is also something deeply satisfying about taking an hour for lunch with my laptop, sitting outside and writing, and then going home at 6 on the button. I'll do this until I go crazy and/or I've built up some savings; it's not a bad life necessarily. It also gets me out of the house and makes me feel useful and productive. These were qualities lacking in September and October. But, hey, better now. Getting on track with things, working on stuff, and still making time for the good stuff. Like people! I remember them. People are nice.
There are, I'm certain, some interesting things I could talk about. I could talk about television [wherein every single show I'm currently watching is deeply disappointing in a fundamental way, (except for The Office)], or how my running milage is improving, or how I'm looking forward to a weekend of books, haircuts, boys, knitting, British TV, and playwriting.