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09 May 2013 @ 06:27 pm
On vacation. Sort of.  
I'm in Florida this week. It's not so much a vacation, since mostly I'm just sitting around the house on the computer, also known as exactly what I do at home. Mom mostly came here to visit her dad and help her stepmom take care of some things. His mind is pretty much completely gone and a lot of the time he doesn't know where he is or what's going on. He also needs help with literally everything and gets upset if his wife isn't in his direct line of sight for any amount of time. It's actually a pretty depressing vacation. I'd like to go out and do things, but I feel bad for wanting to. I also feel bad for thinking every meal we've had here so far was a culinary disappointment when I used to equate trips to Florida with delicious food. It has been over a decade, maybe almost two since I've been here last though so I don't know. I kind of think I shouldn't have come along this time either. I'm not really helping anyone by being here, and I'm pretty sure work has been having trouble without me. I feel bad for the new girl, she'd barely started when I took off. Probably there will be a pile of stuff to take care of immediately when I get back, and I won't ever be able to get away for more than a couple days again.

Pretty much the only good thing is that I'm getting more art done than I likely would have at home. I finished a notepad design and started a whole new print even though I really should be finishing up some in progress pictures I have lying around. We'll see how that goes I guess.

I think we're only going to be here another day or so and then we get to drive back home, hopefully stopping for the night somewhere along the way this time, which we completely failed to do on the way over here. And then back to the daily grind of dealing with crap at work all day and then coming home to not be motivated to do shit even though I have a con in less than a month yaaay
mood: tiredtired