In which it is not Friday

… no matter how many times I get the day wrong, today is not Friday, and tomorrow therefore is not Saturday. Today is Thursday, so it’s not payday and my wife is not making a grocery run tomorrow, and I am going to see most if not all of the same co-workers I saw today while I am at work tomorrow. Because just because it’s a teacher record day tomorrow and we do not have kids does not actually transform Thursday into Friday, regardless of how much I might really, really want it to.

… and I’ve been staring off into space for a good twenty minutes, so apparently this fact has broken my brain.

Not much today

Kind of just had a Friday; nothing in particular, for once, that I feel the need to talk about. I got a few errands run and just finished a swim with my wife and the boy; the water in the pool was up to 82 degrees, which is damn near perfect.

What’s going on in your neck of the woods?

7:59 PM, Friday June 19th: 2,219,119 confirmed cases and 119,086 Americans dead. We had the largest number of new infections today we’ve had on any single day since April. April.

Taking the night off

I have spent the entire day convinced that it was Friday, which it was not, and then once I got home from work, tired and confused, I had to go have a parent conference at Hogwarts for my own kid, then had dinner, and now it’s somehow 7:30 already and I feel like it’s bedtime.

Go curl up with a good book, I’ll be back tomorrow. šŸ™‚

It is Friday night and I am listening to Bowie

… the opening track to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, specifically. I’ve been on this kick lately where I’ve been listening to The Man who Sold the World on repeat and it’s broadening out.

I don’t have a ton to say tonight, really; it was a pretty damn good week at school, all told; the weird behavioral improvements in all but one of my classes don’t show any signs of degrading now that the first couple of days back are gone, and teaching this week has actually been pleasant, for the most part. I have more or less abandoned the idea of not returning to the classroom again next year, at least for now; I’ll keep my eyes open, of course, to see if anything presents itself, but I’m not going to kill myself looking, which was kind of the plan earlier in the year. If I’m back in the same classroom in the same building next year, that’ll be fine. Feels weird saying that, but it’s true.

I finished Jenna Glass’ The Women’s War yesterday or the night before, and I read it in three or four big gulps and was really happy with what I read. I haven’t reviewed it because since reading it I’ve read a bunch of other pieces on it and I’m reexamining what I thought of the book after taking what those folks had to say about it into consideration. I have read some gripes about the book that I think are mostly garbage (when it’s repeatedly harped on that one character has oddly pale skin and is the only blonde-haired person in the book, guys, it’s because everybody else is brown, and “brown” is the skin color that is the default) but a few have had some merit to them. I’m simultaneously trying to decide if it’s okay to let someone else drag down my own opinion of something I enjoyed, but hell, real issues are real issues. Some of this shit I should have caught on my own, y’know?

It’s going to be a busy weekend– I have a decent pile of grading to get to already, and I need to go talk to Money People about some shit, and a handful of family obligations. I’ll be around, of course, but I’m not going to be able to have my normal sluggardly Saturday, I think. Curses!

So far

Today has featured an auto repair shopĀ declining work on a car because it would beĀ too expensive and complicated, damn near falling asleep while driving my kid to school (unrelated to the car work! I swear!) because apparently none of last night’s sleepĀ took, lost toddler shoes, verbose teacherly apologies, anĀ entire pot of coffee, a couple of hours of resultant heart palpitations, beta reading,Ā utter ridiculousness on Twitter, preparations for a toddler (not mine) birthday party, taquitos, and somehow dragging the beaten and lifeless carcass of theĀ Sunlight manuscript across the 40,000 word mark.

Guess which part was my favorite.

I am exhausted. Ā I’d be happy that it’s the weekend, but 1) this weekend is going to be busy asĀ hell, and 2) I’m unemployed at the moment so it’s not like weekends are any different from any other day.

In other words, have a couple of music videos, becauseĀ I am done for the day.