Hello, world. Happy Friday. I have no idea what day it is lately, Brian has had so much time off in the past two weeks and “week” is currently a foreign concept. Perhaps my internal clock will reset if we go out to the Chinese buffet tonight. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. I’m falling asleep just fine, but I’m up earlier than I’d like. I may have to adjust my melatonin dose again. The last bottle I bought was of lower strength. I thought I could get away with taking a bit less, as the idea of eating a literal handful of gummies at 1am sounds an awful lot like a candy binge.
Chaucer has been singing his newest song all morning. It has one lyric, repeated over and over as loud as possible. I don’t know what that actually means, but it sounds like a 10-year old boy wetly calling for his mom through gulps of air. Some days, like today, we’re treated to the remix, which is extra yodelly.
I went out to Walmart and got my oil changed yesterday. What was supposed to be a 1.5-2 hour wait ended up being closer to 4 hours. I had them check the battery and let me know if I should be replaced, and asked them to replace the wipers. The tech asked if I wanted them to buff the film off of my headlights for $25, and I told him, “absolutely not happening”. He told me no problem, quoted me the time frame and I went into the store to shop. Around 45 minutes later, I got a call that the battery didn’t need to be replaced, but could do with a charge and they’d put it on the charger when the oil change was finished.
I walked around Walmart for about 90 minutes and picked up a few things I wanted for my drive. I found a few things I wanted but didn’t need, and convinced myself to just leave them on the shelves. Eventually – about 4 hours after I pulled into the parking lot – they said the Hot Mess Express was ready to go. The cashier went over the paperwork, which included a $25 charge for headlight buffing.
Nope. I didn’t ask for that, and I told the guy I didn’t want it. The cashier muttered something about “well, we already did the service….” when she went outside to question it. I didn’t care, I just sat there for two hours longer than I anticipated. I could have just bought a new battery, watched a handful of Youtube videos, and installed it myself in the same amount of time, and I was not paying for headlight buffing. They took the charge off the bill.
Unfortunately, they didn’t replace the rear wiper like I asked, and the blade is still torn. They didn’t charge me for it, thankfully, but it was just the cherry on top of a longass day. I was starting to feel the same way I did about halfway through my flight to Regina last winter – anxious and dehydrated and hungry. I went back to the house and forced myself to eat a little cup of cottage cheese and drink some water.
Today, Friday. Regardless of whether we’ll go out to the buffet, it’s still peanut butter ball day.
