Okay, but … giraffes

Feeding the giraffes was awesome, although it turns out they’re super skittish right now, because they’re not terribly used to people yet, so a lot of the experience involved being Very Patient and standing Very Still as an animal that could kick me into the upper stratosphere if it wanted to thought very carefully about whether I was too scary to accept lettuce from. Moving your arm slightly and watching as a sixteen-foot-tall, 3000-pound monstrosity turns and flees from your presence is kind of hilarious. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen giraffes run. It does not look right.

My training on Monday was, surprisingly, pretty good.

Everything else in the last few days has sucked, and I had my first shit day at work of the school year today as I showed up in a bad mood and absolutely could not shake it. This situation with the teacher who was attacked last week is becoming a bigger problem by the day. I’ve also taken on two additional classes– more on that later, as I don’t think I’ve actually talked about it around here yet– and right now my exhaustion level is back to first week of school levels. I didn’t want to skip three days in a row, though, so … giraffe.

So much to say

Here’s the thing, y’all: I actually have too much shit to talk about, and the weight of it is breaking my brain. I have legitimately been spending time every day for the last week or so trying to fix American politics, and Lord, the rage-filled rant I could be posting today after the (entirely stuff we already knew but it’s nice to see it testified to in public) January 6th committee hearing. And I came in here an hour ago with no other intent than to sit down and write, one way or another, a barn-burner of a post, and instead I’m listening to Counting Crows, picking at my fingers, and burning zero barns.

In fact, I stared into space for most of an entire song after writing that paragraph.

I’m tired, and I’ve earned it; I’ve gotten an immense amount of shit done around the house in the last few days, with still a couple of big projects left to go before my wife gets home on Saturday. I’m planning on mostly taking tomorrow off from the list because I have a morning of teacher training to get through about our new Math curriculum, so I will either be coming home energized and excited about a new school year or demoralized and disgusted and ready to start job hunting again. I figure it’s 50/50.

Maybe it’ll give me something to write about. We’ll see.

In which I am old and fat and out of shape

Spent a few hours cleaning out the basement again, and I’m ready to collapse into a puddle and die. In theory, some of the things that will be replacing the years of cruft we’re tearing out of the basement will help with that, and there’s probably going to be a garage sale next weekend, but … yeah, I’m unhealthy. To a degree that’s frankly kinda scary. My stairs aren’t the friendliest either, mind you– there ain’t a damn thing on ’em cushioning any of the shock to my knees when I go up or down– but today shouldn’t have been as hard as it was.

There will be more tomorrow, including a great amassing of cardboard for a camp the boy is going to next week. At least in theory. My understanding is that it is supposed to be about 700 degrees on Tuesday and Wednesday, so we may have some heat cancellations in our future, which apparently has to be a thing now.

Anyway, I’ll post some pictures of the basement when we’re done with it. And probably of the garage sale too, next weekend. We’ve been here 11 years and haven’t ever done one, so there ought to be a LOT of stuff to get rid of. And very possibly a big-ass dumpster in my driveway the week after. I may have said all of this yesterday; my apologies if I’m repeating myself. I’m fucking tired. 🙂

I slept all day

I definitely owe you two book reviews, though, so I’ll try and get those written up tomorrow if I can. In the meantime I’m sort of half-assedly watching Our Flag Means Death and reading. But damn, I’m tired today.

I had a lot of things to do today

so I took a two-hour nap as soon as I got home, and now I’m going to stay awake just long enough to make it decent and I’m going right back to bed. There’s a slight possibility that I’m getting sick again but I think it’s just allergies and the stress from the week bleeding off.