TGIF, bitches. It’s sunny and clear today, and I don’t think there’s any major plans. The boys have been fed, and Chaucer is desperately crying to Knickknack through Mom‘s bedroom door. Mom is outside, smoking.
I finished “Flowers for Algernon” yesterday. I loved it, even if it was heartbreaking. Why didn’t I get to read that in highschool? Why did the advanced English classes have to read absolute shit like “The Old Man and the Sea” instead, while the other classes got to read this?
I had a terrible dream last night. I haven’t had any nightmares in a while. Actually, I can’t even remember the last time I had one. Fortunately, I didn’t have much trouble getting to sleep again.
Mom got a new medication yesterday, and it seems to be helping her hip pain. We didn’t shop yesterday like I thought we would. She wanted to give the new meds a chance to kick in and see how she felt before walking around Walmart. She might go out to clean her friend’s house if she’s feeling good enough today.
I sunny know what I’ll do today. Shawshank suggested another workout, and it’s also nice enough to spend some time spinning in the backyard. If Mom goes out, I might go out for a drive. It’s Friday, and the weekend is here. I can do whatever I want.
I say CBD, poi, and Pho!