My plans continue to progress, but not at the pace I had set for them. I am about halfway to the place I had expected to be a week ago... the boxes are up from the basement, but I still have to repack them and then get them to the attic; the tree is gone, but the ornaments are sitting on a blanket where the tree used to be, the living-room is still arranged around that empty tree-space, and all the other decorations are still in situ; I'm two-thirds of the way through my laundry, but the bedroom is still full of trash and dust and the same sheets I've been sleeping on for months.
But we seek progress, not perfection... the journey is more important than the destination... and other platitudes to that effect.
The thing is, I'm still sick. I'm not sure if it's a new facet of the same cold/flu I had at New Year's, or if it's another one that came along and kicked me while I was down, but I've progressed from the weakness/aches/nausea symptoms to the sniffles/congestion/hacking/sneezing symptoms. I'm able to do my job (more or less), and to get some things done at home, but every time I do anything difficult, like picking things up or stooping to get something off the floor or climbing stairs (basically whenever my pulmonary rate goes up), I start wheezing and hacking and coughing and have to stop and rest for a while. Which, as you can imagine, is rather limiting when most of the work you need to do involves stooping and lifting and climbing stairs.
So I'm taking a slow-and-steady-wins-the-race attitude towards the whole thing and I'll get where I'm headed eventually. It might be Easter before the Christmas is all gone, but whatever.
In other news, my fascination with (addiction to) FaceBook, or rather with the various games and apps in FaceBook, continues to grow. I started off with a game called Blood Lust, which my friend Indigo invited me to join; one goes on "quests" and "journeys" and whatnot, slaughtering all and sundry and getting paid in gold and nifty equipment for it. Then my niece Ariel invited me to join a game called Make Me A Celebrity, in which one works various "gigs" for points and cash, which can be spent on a variety of luxury stuff. Another friend, Spencer, invited me to an app called MyFarm where one stocks and operates a little farm with fruit trees, staple crops, and animals.
All of these games/apps require absolutely zero skill to operate, you just click a button (Do Quest, Take Gig, Harvest Crop, or what-have-you) and everything happens on its own. Yet I get a wonderful little thrill when my button-clicking actually achieves something, like reaching a new level of celebrity or defeating a particularly terrible vampire foe. I get a kick out of sending gifts to my FaceBook friends, which is what drives several of these apps; I feel like I'm actually communicating with people without having to think of anything interesting to say.
Soon I added Lil' Green Patch, Lil' Blue Cove, Pet Pupz, YoVille, and Elven Blood, and I visit all of these apps at least once a day, some of them several times a day, earning frequent visit bonuses all over the place. I'm a level 54 Pop Star on Make Me A Celebrity (there are 100 levels total), with homes in Beverly Hills, Manhattan, and (as of this morning) Greece, as well as a Rolls Royce and a private plane; I'm the second-wealthiest MyFarmer in my group of farming friends, with $82,048 in cash, 140 crops planted, 128 fruit trees bearing, and 42 animals (which don't do anything, but you can sell them); I'm at level 41 in Blood Lust and level 35 in Elven Blood (I don't know how many levels there are, nor how many quests to the end), and my Pet Pup Aloysius the Pug just learned how to play dead.
I wonder what life would be like if I didn't have these ever-changing obsessions... would I be productive instead, or would I just stare off into space? I have a feeling it would be the latter; in fact it is for that reason that I allow myself to do these things at work, because I spend less time on them than I would spend staring off into space. Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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