Possibly moving? And using all the spoons.

So I am trying to not panic now that I have committed myself to several different things across this summer and fall. And they're good things! I am happy, really! But sometimes happiness comes with a pricetag of spoons that makes you feel like you are maybe an idealistic idiot for wanting things, ever.

I have a series of blog posts planned out that I am writing that are going to be massive, and probably redundant since apparently this dude has already done science to how I think about uncertainty, risk assessment, and robustness. It's going to be eating my brain for a while. And then I'll be reading and discussing a book on polyamory with my friend Free, and talking about our mutual life experiences, me trying to figure out a Tao of Disabled Polyamory, and him trying to figure out how to find some happy stable points in some unhappy circumstances.

And the other stuff: I have been making spreadsheets for house-buying for N--- and S--- and looking up zillow information to start figuring out a ball park figure for them and what they're looking for. I will be getting the house ready to move out this October. There will be a party here at the end of August, and I want the library organized for that. I'll be buying spackle to fill in holes from pushpins and hanging fixtures, painting the kitchen, fixing the fan in the bathroom, deep cleaning the bathroom and clearing out the drains.

And I think I might be gonna date this new guy? Which is gonna be kinda cool. :)