It’s another dreary day in these parts. The skies are gray, and I don’t think much is supposed to change as the day goes on. I’m going into work early, to work with StressedRPh, and we head to therapy right after. Right now, the best part of my day just might be the quesadillas we’re…
Welp, that weekend was way too short. They all are, but they feel moreso when we’re having a good time. We spent Saturday shopping, and all day yesterday assembling and painting. So far, neither of us has glued our fingers together, or to anything else for that matter. I’ll take that as a win. He’s…
Oh, hell yes. It’s Friday. I think about half the staff at work are sick. The manager of the front store left early on Tuesday, returning with a prescription and a face mask. Wednesday, one of the supervisors went home sick, and one of the cashiers didn’t make it in. The manager’s wife came in…