It’s Saturday, and it’s BEAUTIFUL outside. It’s cloudy and gray, it’s windy, and most wonderful of all, it’s no longer HOTTER THAN SATAN’S BUTTHOLE. The cooler temps have the cats full of piss and vinegar this morning, and they’ve been chasing each other all over the house. I might actually be able to make some progress with The Great Sort this weekend.
Not that it matters. They’ve announced the border won’t open for another month. I’d like to say it didn’t surprise me, but it wasn’t a shock. The US is exploding with the virus because half this fucking country is comprised of selfish idiots who just don’t give a shit about anything but their own little personal bubble. Shawshank and I just tell ourselves it’s for the best. The delay will hopefully give him time to get his ID and papers, and maybe find work before I arrive.
In my little bubble, my family is doing it again. This week, I received another message telling me to come down to Florida. I appreciate the offer, and I understand that the family probably thinks I’m making a terrible mistake. But here’s the thing:
If it is a mistake, it’s my mistake to make.
Speaking of mistakes, yesterday I looked again at the the awesome LED vision poi I’d found the other night. I was disappointed when I learned the installments weren’t monthly, but every two weeks. But then… I found another company that makes them, and found a set that’s roughly the same price, but way better. I spent too much time last night mentally shuffling funds around to see if they could be in the budget.
Short answer: nope.
Longer answer: AW HELL NO.
I wish my skills were better, maybe I’d get a sponsor. Maybe I’ll get a sugar daddy. Is there much of a market for 43-year old sugar babies?
StressedRPh has been texting me and DayTech since 8:30am. She’s on our asses and we’re not not even at work today. “Was [insert random task] done yesterday? … Where’s the paperwork?” DayTech told her she did the task and accidentally threw out the paperwork instead of filing it, but would try to reprint it on Monday. “The paperwork needs to be filed in the binder, for future reference.” Daytech literally just told you she threw it out accidentally instead of filing it. WE KNOW WHERE IT GOES. Jesus, she makes my head hurt.
I should make a short list of big chores I want to accomplish today, and another list of smaller tasks. However, I feel like I’d probably take up more time actually making a list than accomplishing what’s on the list. I don’t know what I’ll do for dinner tonight; maybe a melt, maybe the spicy mussels. It all depends on whether or not I want to leave the house today.
But, I should put some actual clothing on and figure out where to start in this pig sty. Have a good Saturday, folks.
