Click images for desktop size: "Untitled" by Clarence Holbrook Carter The cat I was nursing scratched and bit me twice yesterday. Drew blood.
She's doing better.
I've decided to put up an ad on Craigslist. Trying to sell my services. I have to work on the ad. My first draft was all inclusive. I mean when you're advertising for Handy man type work I don't think I need to put down familiar with css and html . . .
I thought about starting out with "Semi retired gent looking for light yard work, clean up etc" but that sounds like a personal ad.
Also I'd be pretty offended if the perspective employer didn't think I looked too young to be semi-retired . . .
Ego and pride . . . That often seems like a prescription for poverty.
Anyway very busy today. Spraying the house for fleas, doing laundry in between the storm clouds, taking the dogs for a walk, writing the ad and posting it then waiting for my mailbox to overflow and keeping the cat alive.
Doesn't sound like much. Feels like a lot.
I've applied to three jobs on cragislist already. Not a word back from anyone. This may be a futile move on my part. But its free. Who knows. It might work.
And I certainly need to work.
I'm not sleeping. I don't worry too much about that. The body takes its rest. It makes my eyes burn and makes it harder than ever to see. My head feels like a concrete block. I'll probably collapse sometime today. I already fell down the stairs . . . twice . . . so if I collapse I probably need to.