I have some tea, and Mal is bouncing around the dining room with a small, jingly cat toy. It’s still chilly. I don’t know why I’m so much in denial about the cold. I’ve busted out the cozy animal jammies.
I worked with the new pharmacist yesterday. It was a decent shift. Any time I can go in and get paid to pretty much do nothing for a few hours is good. NewTech‘s car wouldn’t start. At least, that was her excuse this time. Considering how cold the last two days had been, I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Shawshank suggested the more likely reason she couldn’t come in: Friday night Halloween party hangover. Whatever the reason, I made money for four hours of easy work.
I’m ok with that.
While I was at work, I got a notification from Facebook. My aunt had posted something to my timeline. I figured it would be a funny meme or something. Instead, it was a screenshot of a phone number and email address of a local real estate agent. I appreciate that people care, and want to help. However, that shit’s visible to more than just me. I don’t want, and shouldn’t need, to deal with explaining what’s going on in my personal dumpster fire on top of everything else I’m dealing with.
After work, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some necessities for the next couple of weeks. I also bought some candy for potential trick-or-treaters. I totally confused the cashier by splitting the payment between cash and the card, and I’m still not sure what she thought I was trying to do. After that, I went to the liquor store and bought a treat for me.
My mom called in the afternoon to check on me. I’m pretty sure it was a follow-up to see if I’d seen my aunt’s post. She filled me in on my sister (now home after an emergency c-section last week). One of the first things she asked after we talked about my sister and the new baby was whether or not I’ve got the house ready to sell. “No, I don’t”, I told her. “And I’m a little annoyed about the post on my timeline because now everyone can see that what’s going on.” She seemed to feel bad about it.
Rhode Island’s governor didn’t shut down Halloween and the trick-or-treating festivities. She suggested families try to do it before it got dark, and reiterated the “no parties” rule. However, Rhode Islanders are stubborn to a stupid degree, and I expected most people would disregard the rules. I mean, the big news this week was a party that’s being considered a super-spreader event and could potentially shut down several school districts.
I expected more.
Shawshank and I never really passed out candy after the first couple of years here. Our regular tradition is to close all the curtains, eat some good food, and watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Since we couldn’t do that, I wanted to do something to keep my mind off current situation in the world. I put on some of my witchiest clothes, filled a candy bowl. I grabbed the poi and the speaker, and headed outside for some spin-time with a Halloween playlist. Unfortunately, due to the cold, and my lack of gloves, I only survived 20 minutes out there. It didn’t matter; I think I passed out candy to five kids. I didn’t even hear anyone walking through the neighborhood.
Now I have a bowl of candy in the house that I need to get out of the house.
It was a sad end to an already low day.
My weekend chores were split up a bit, but that wasn’t unexpected. I did the dishes yesterday, and today will be laundry. I made my little bed this morning, and at least one spot in my life isn’t an absolute mess.
