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.

Nope

I tried to record this morning’s instructional video last night before going to bed and had to bail because I was finding myself entirely incapable of explaining adding and subtracting negative numbers in a way that made sense. Like, even to me. So I went to bed and tried to get up early to finish it.

And failed, because I slept for shit last night, and I’ve spent most of the day just sort of gazing into the middle distance.

I have nothing intelligent to say tonight. Have a woodworking video as penance.

In which I embrace the lazy

After I get this post written– because God forbid I not get a blog post written– I intend to be exceptionally lazy for the rest of the day, even by recent standards. I have a feeling that this is going to be a rough weekend mentally and the most difficult thing I want to have to worry about for the next 48 hours or so is preventing myself from blowing any more money on dice this weekend. I literally– this is not a joke, it happened– dreamed about dice last night. I’m fucked up in my brain-parts, I know. I can’t explain it.

But there are books to be read, and video games to be played, and technically I cooked breakfast today so I’ve had at least one Real Meal. I probably need to do something to keep the boy alive– did you know kids are supposed to be fed every day?– but beyond that … eh. It’s Saturday, and I’m in quarantine. I’m gonna Saturday today.


2:24 PM, Saturday April 25: 924,576 confirmed cases and 52,782 American deaths.

IT BEGINS

I got home from work at about 2:30 after a nearly three-hour “lunch meeting” on the last day before Winter Break officially kicked in, and I’ve spent most of the time since then in my recliner with a book in my hand. (Which has finally gotten interesting; I was on the verge of abandoning a Tana French novel, the very concept of which hurts my heart.)

I am trying to decide if I want this to be a Winter Break of Great Accomplishment or a Winter Break of I Sat Around And Read Books And Played Video Games. Right now it could go either way. And both would be a perfectly valid way to spend the next two weeks.

Also, I keep looking at that picture of myself I posted yesterday and reflecting on how much I’ve fallen apart physically since 2004. I need to get out of this mood or I’ll end up making New Year’s Resolutions, and those are always to be avoided by sensible people.

In which awwwww

I came home from work, played Spider-Man for a bit, ate dinner, and since then I’ve been staring at the wall with a kitten sleeping on my stomach.

The kitten had a vet visit today.  She has ear mites and kitty lice.  Her parents were both feral and we got her from a farm, so none of this is terribly surprising, and yes, we’re still isolating her from the Great Old One until all of the various parasites are taken care of.  Apparently other than that she’s in stellar health and, luckily for us, apparently ear mites and kitty lice aren’t especially prone to being transferred to hoomanz.

I did not take her to the vet today– my wife took care of that– but she was apparently the unhappiest kitty in the universe after her ear treatment today.  Look at how pathetic and sad she looks:

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Here, these two are cuter:

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44509525_10156972018439066_5871417823472910336_oThat’s what I got.  How was your Monday?