Bright Lights

The cold is sticking around. It's not Covid, at least.

I'm not having much luck keeping things here cheerful. I'm really not feeling much positivity. I do have an interview next week, so there's some hope. Good work would certainly help my mood.

Ex-housemate's probation restrictions have been lifted, and he's moving in a few weeks. I'm going up to Louisville in the morning to collect the last few things still at the little house on Cannons Lane. It was a good home for eight years and change, and all things considered, I wish I was still there.

I'm just not happy, and I'm having a hard time seeing things get better.