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The Month the Clocks Broke (and I Kept Writing Anyway)
On disruption, timing, and writing through the noise
The past month or so has honestly left me feeling like someone hit “shuffle” on the flow of time and then left the room. And it’s been a complete pain in all our asses.
Our water heater died last month and needed to be replaced. My aging laptop went tits up the following week (which Seth very generously replaced for me). Then, this past week, the oven randomly stopped working, necessitating more service visits and repairs.
Today, it’s our freezer’s turn. It needs a new engine, which it’s finally getting today after a short delay. However, the food inside it will need to be temporarily transferred to portable coolers first. (I also currently have the looming possibility of jury duty next Monday hanging over my head, but I’m shelving that particular worry for now.)
Strangers keep coming into the house, poking around the kitchen, making noise, and leaving behind that slightly unsettled energy people always do. And our schedule keeps changing to accommodate everything. It hasn’t been the worst month ever or anything, just one of those periods where nothing quite lines up.
But here’s the weird part. I still got a lot done and continue to. Not in a “wow, I crushed every…
