Is this actually working?

I don't want to jump the gun, but I actually got off my ass again and did more work. Still doing things for Stumpie. I disinfected and washed EVERYTHING in her tank including her new hides. First I had to clean the tub I carried all the dirt in, which was honestly the most difficult part of the night. After all of that I started setting her new tank up.

It looks really empty. There's just so much open space. It's definitely not finished yet. Stumpie now has four hides. She has her original bridge on the hot side, another hide between hot and warm because she likes using the coconut, a humid hide in the middle, and one on the cool side. She has a piece of cholla wood that is way too small for the tank, her calcium and water dish, and I have two digital thermometer/hygrometers, one for each side. The humidity in the tank is wild. It's reading about 88% humidity on the cool side. In order to lower the humidity asap, I'm going to leave her basking light on for a while. It's already gone down to 79% on the hot side. It's also cold as hell. Cold side is 69F (niiice) and I managed to get the hot side to 75F. Hopefully I'll have the parameters right soon.

There's still more to do. I need to put in my plants, she needs a T5 UVB (bulb is on the way, I ordered a T8 by mistake), and I think I'm going to buy something she can climb on because pretty much NONE of the vertical space is being used. I also need to velcro the thermometers in place against the back wall. I'm probably forgetting something, but it's 5am so...

I really hope I can keep this momentum going. I need to get used to "work." It's been 12 years since I had a "real job." I went back to college, tried to make a name for myself as an artist (I was so close too!), tried to be self-employed, and I can't even count how much time was devoured by crippling depression. If I'm being totally honest, I don't remember a lot of what happened during my 20's. I don't know if that's my brain protecting me from trauma or what, but I kind of view my life right now as "pre-killself" and "post-killself." Maybe if I keep doing some kind of work as often as possible, I'll get used to it and be able to get and keep a "real job" again. That would be pretty awesome.