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Day 105 - Is it really day 103?

My husband was looking over my shoulder just now as I opened up the space for a new post. That's fine, he can look at the very detailed chart I'm keeping of every job I've applied to, my blog statistics, and the hellscape that is LinkedIn. He sees me start the title - "Day 105" - but his eyes are terrible and he's looking at it from an angle so he goes "Is it really day 103?"

"Day 105."

"Huh."

Then he suggested that I write my posts like I'm a desert island, so he's obviously been very helpful so far with this post.

If I had to guess, he's probably surprised at how much time has already passed since I was laid off. Not only do I know the feeling, but he's not great at calendars.

Anyway, I'm not here to poke fun at my husband. I'm here to talk about how I've made progress today! I submitted some of my SEAP papers, and applied to a job. I went to a networking event, and complained about LinkedIn on Threads. Wait... that last one isn't helpful, but it is true.

My husband also saw the to-do list and he was like "... should I have more stuff to do?" I mean, probably, but also, I'm trying to juggle job searching, starting a business and a program designed to help with that, the tasks I have for his business, and other various endeavors I'm interested in. And by that, I mean, making dinner and writing a book. Very normal things that belong on the same to-do list.

Speaking of dinner, I remembered to take out the chicken so it could thaw. Please clap.

I'm crushing it today. Everything... most things... are on the to-do list, and I'm checking them off as fast as my brain will let me. At some point I will need to charge my laptop, and even though I want to be productive after dinner, it's possible my dogs will reclaim my lap as their rightful spot.

But until then! If you need me, I'll be over here, doing what my list tells me to do!

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