Good morning.
It’s 42F, dark and cloudy outside. Our expected high temperature is 51F, with a 60% chance of afternoon and overnight rain showers.
BooFae, how sweet that the igloo is now occupied by a cat again. I kept Polar’s big old bed, hoping Buster and Maise would use it. It took them a bit, but they started using it.
VanGo, yay for the completion of onboarding (minus the I-9). I often make decisions on my own due to lack of clear guidance. It hasn’t backfired yet.
Welp, I got my hair done yesterday, drove to Target to pick up a couple of items, and then finally went to a little hamburger stand to pick up lunch. I would have stayed out running more errands, but my husband asked me to pick up lunch. This will sound petty, but I am sick and tired of every one of my days out and about turning into picking up lunch. It cuts into what I want to get done, and I don’t really want to head back out in the middle of the day, either. I don’t ask him to pick up lunch, I assume I can make my own if he’s gone. For example, say I want to go to the hardware store, the Target or grocery (for a few items), the nursery and then the carwash. I’ve now got to time everything to bring lunch back, and I’ve got to rush through my shopping. I hate that, and I’m sick of that. I want to take my time, peruse the selections, and maybe take a detour to another store. Once I’m back in the house, I don’t want to head back out again (quirky, I know), and I’m irritated because, ultimately, I didn’t get to all my stops and finish what I planned. Okay, verbal vomit out. And yes, it’s EVERY SINGLE time I go out. That shit gets old.
Today, I’ll stay home, dust (those stupid overhead fan blades catch so much dust), and run the rollsuck. I guess I’ll tidy my WFH office, too. It’s not messy; I like a clean desk, but I need to empty the garbage can, put away my pads and pens, and dust the desk. I have a big L-shaped desk up there.
JtC, I’m sorry about the cousin. I think it’s harder when the mind goes, too.