Almost.

Greetings from Wednesday morning. I’m posting a little late today; BossRPh texted last night to ask if I could please work a late shift today. NewTech, with whom “unreliable” would be a generous term to describe her on a regular week, has strep throat. Or thinks she does. I expect to go into work today and get asked to give up my day off tomorrow.

On the other hand, as much as I hate getting out after dinner time, I managed to get a snuggly little nap on the couch with the cats and a decent workout.

I feel almost normal.

There’s exactly two weeks until my birthday. It sucks that it’s in the middle of the week this year. I usually try to make a long weekend out of it. However, we’ll be taking a midweek day off together the following week, and I’m looking forward to that. By that time, we should have the tax return and the bills paid, and I can spend a stress-free day with him. He’s expecting to buy a load of Warhammer figures by then, and we’ll probably just sit around painting, and playing some Gloomhaven.