Cotton in my ears

Thank goodness for modern technology. I forgot about the end of daylight savings time until I was walking home after work and noticed it seemed darker than usual. My phone automatically fell back last night and got me to work on time. No one mentioned it all day, and I wonder if anyone else even noticed.

It got cold here very suddenly. Literally from one day to the next. The low Wednesday was around 72, Thursday it was around 52. Crazy. Fortunately, I have my magic blanket and a sleeping bag that my brother sent in his care package, and I have been toasty. I only have one warm shirt though (which he also sent), the rest of my warm clothes are still in storage in Newnan. The job I have now is the one I expected to have no more than a month after I got here.

But as I write, sitting in the bed of my pick-up, I am sitting on my magic blanket, leaning back against my rolled up sleeping bag, and wrapped in my fleece sheet that I haven't used since Wednesday. And I find I am a little glad to be a little uncomfortable. It seems to reassure me to find comfort in the face of adversity. If there is no adversity, I start getting nervous, wondering what's going to happen next.

My job is good. The food is as good or better than the place I worked in Newnan, and that place impressed me. But here, the menu can be more cosmopolitan, and it is owned by a guy who owns four other restuarants. So the place is set up to run well, and it is managed by a manager, not the owner. Makes life much less stressful. Seriously, I feel like I am in restuarant heaven now. I survived restuarant hell, and I guess the restuarant gods decided to smile on me. Thank you reastuarant gods.

I still have the cotton in my ears- that feeling of serenity, most of the time, that somehow allows me to not be bothered by most of the stuff that used to bother me. It's all still here; the self-centered waitresses, the people who stand and talk in doorways, the vampires who want to live by taking my vital essence. It just doesn't trigger me much anymore, or not for very long. No, what I worry about is that my incredibly blessed, comfortable, and joyful life will somehow come to an end.

And sometimes I worry that it will never end; that I will never get the boat, and will always live in my truck. Isn't that funny?

I haven't had as much to say lately. I wonder if it because I am getting comfortable, and don't have so much to deal with, or because I am changing. Maybe it's both. I haven't had a lot of time to take pictures, and now I hate posting without atleast one. That's a good excuse.. :)

Thanksgiving is only a couple weeks away, and I am going to visit family. I will actually sleep in a bed, under a roof, and eat good food and be around "normal" people for like five days. That's gonna be weird. I'm really looking forward to it.

After only a week, I am close to being caught up on my bills again... uh-oh.

Reggae tomorrow night, but not until 5 am, I have to work in the morning. Thank you god.