Welcome to yet another Thursday. We’ve managed to make it a five day heat wave around here, with temps of at least 90°F (that’s about 32°C), and it looks like we might make it a sixth day. It hasn’t been fun. I’m comfortable at work, but miserable at home. I spend pretty much every minute at home in my skivvies. The heat should break this weekend, which will allow me to pull trash out of all the rooms.
As usual for a weekday, I’ve been up since about 5:30 am. I skipped the coffee again and powered through another hot morning workout. My workout gloves smell absolutely foul. Since it’s supposed to rain today, I plan to leave the gloves hanging off the mailbox. Even if it doesn’t rain, at least they’ll air out.
I pulled a lot of stuff out of the pink room and kitchen last night. There’s more boxes than I’d like to see. I’d have loved to be able to sell everything. Some days, I look at all these things and think about how awesome it would be to start a giant bonfire in the back yard. I’d pile everything up, and dance around; a skyclad dance around a flaming pile of wedding dresses and suits, toys and 70’s and 80’s furniture. A beautiful bonfire of antique vanities and synthetic fabrics.
There would be alcohol involved.
Tonight, I have another late shift with StressedRPh. I’m quickly reaching the point where I know my time there is limited and I really can’t find the energy to care.
On Tuesday afternoon, DayTech had asked if either of us had seen “that video going around Facebook about the virus”. She was referring to the one that’s been removed off several platforms for being just a pile of misinformation. I hadn’t seen it, but had read about its contents, and StressedRPh hadn’t heard about it. Yesterday, StressedRPh starts telling me about how she went and found it and actually agrees with it. Jesus, sane healthcare professionals don’t deal with demon sperm.
Not that I use it to begin with, but between her shit, and the shit my father and stepmother post, I just have even more reasons to stay off Facebook.
