Like Beck, most of my day had been spent in bed, thanks to fever. I did get a shower and drive to pick up the kids. Now on my phone, back to bed. Resting.
While at 65 I’m anxiously awaiting retirement, I’m a cynic and assume I won’t survive long after (if at all). Then again, I prefer a fun ride to a long one.
You retirees are killing me. I only have 12 years until I can consider semi-retiring.
Anyway, sitting on the couch next to the very nice dog kennel I built last summer… which dumbass decided to chew his way out of today.
Wife is out getting a wire one. I may or may not eventually decide to repair the damage and use it for our 6 month old “puppy.”
Another giddy retiree here. Once the coffee is onboard, will start to dink on the ham radio setup. Maybe work in organizing the garage later. Maybe not.
More killing from another retiree here. I too am posting from bed. I’ve been up since 0300 and it’s now 0545 (California). Couldn’t sleep, but I’m starting to yawn now so that’s promising.
Thanks for keeping the economy going for us, @Sicks_Ate . Keep plugging away, you’ll get there sooner than you think.
Oh and I still have that KC Royals shot glass you gave me years ago in a shot glass exchange. It’s in my baseball memorabilia room. Thanks again!
I’m in New England, where we are impatiently waiting for it to stop raining already. Procrastinating doing my Pilates stretches and then going out to the barn to ride my horse. Arena practice for my lesson tomorrow and then a trail ride to exercise her and the dogs.
The morning has been spent re-organizing the brooder pen for the 18 chicks I have down in the cellar. They’re just over a week old, and have already outgrown their little quart chick waterer, so I had to find, scrub, and fill the gallon one, and then scrounge up enough wooden blocks to get it enough above the floor (bedded with shavings) that they wouldn’t scratch up shavings into it. Chickens are mighty scratchers, even fluffball size. I also fed breakfast to the goats and horse and grown-up hens and let them out into their respective pastures, fed the dogs, wrote in my journal and did the NYT wordle and crossword, wrote an email to my goat mentor (I’m shopping for another goat), and wasted time on the internet.
I have to go get groceries in town today and am hating the thought. Getting to just dread errands these days. They simultaneously exhaust and frazzle me and I’m good for nothing when I come home.
At work. I always eat my breakfast when I get in. I have my own fridge, microwave and toaster in my office. Every morning I make toast using cinnamon bread and top it with peanut butter. With the toast I have a banana and a giant glass of ice water. As I eat, I go through my emails and SD.
If my workdays had started like this, I might not have been as eager to retire! As I recall, if I got to work on time, I’d have just enough time to get my computer going and glance over my emails before the onslaught of people needing attention started. That would then continue with short, unpredictable breaks until 20 - 30 minutes before the end of the day.
In my bed. I always wake in the middle of the night. Going back to sleep, hoping I wake in time to go onboard at a new job (closer than the previous one) which hired me without even speaking to me. I applied, texted when I’d be in to interview, and got an e mail back saying I was hired. Worried. Are they that desperate?
Getting a sip of coffee from the fridge. Looking for pronouns.
I’m in Australia, in bed, watching the full moon blaze into my room. Whist it’s not 8pm here, I like to go to bed early to escape the madness of the grandkids etc, and one of them will bung the puppy into my room later when THEY go to bed. Puppy is a lump (she’s 6m old now and weighs a tonne) and likes to either sleep ON my feet, or right up close so she breathes into my mouth.
I’m not sure which is worse.
When I wake in the wee early hours to, umm, wee, I get my Wordle of the day in and I post in that thread. I don’t want to miss my Wordle for the day.
I’m still working part time, just 6 hours a day, 3 days a week. I’m off today until Monday. Yay.
My sleeping habits are very erratic. I tend to fall asleep very early in the evening and wake up a few hours later. Then I stay up most of the night and doze off again for a few hours at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. This works great on my days off, but not so much when I have to work.
I think I’m going to try to get some plants in the ground today. I’ve been testing them in the spot for a couple of weeks and they seem to like it.
But I have to first convince myself to get off this couch (and the dope) and get dressed first.
Sitting in front of my computer taking online OSHA 10 certification training.
It’s kind of a joke, because while a module may be an hour, the actual content may take 30-40 mintes to get through. But you can’t be done, youhave to sit and watch a timer count down for the rest of the ~hour before moving in
I’m all about safety, but this method is a little silly. Probably better than sitting on a classroom for a day and a half though.
What kind of giant puppy? We also have a 6 m/o who is probably 50+ lbs. 
I’m coming to you from the Jury Room of the Cook County Circuit Court in Chicago (26th & California). We’re on lunch break now, voir dire continues back in the courtroom in a bit.
“The trick is to be prejudiced against all races.”- Homer J Simpson
I’m riding the commuter train. Not doing anything except posting on the Dope.
Sitting on the couch at home eating chicken jalapeno flatbread. Left work early because it was really slow.
They want me to learn a “CAD-lite” (very lite) program called Sketchup. So I sat at my desk all afternoon watching YouTube videos about it and tinkering. Was weird because in a usual week I’ll spend maybe a total of 30 minutes at my desk.
Eating the dinner I made. Mediterranean chickpea salad. The kid is eating his own thing which I also made. My husband has now consumed most of the salad (there was a big bowl of it!) I’ve been really focusing on consistently making dinner and I’ve done a cracker job so far this month. Only missed one day.
There is an enormous pile of number and letter magnets on the kitchen floor in front of the refrigerator and we are all eating while my son yells out math facts. A day in the life.
**This kid. We pulled up behind a truck today that had “4x4” on the tailgate. Wee Weasel starts shouting, “4 times 4!” I said, “What’s 4 times 4?”
“12!”
“Close.”
“16!”
He just turned three.
My wife’s daughter’s adopted kid will be three next month. She has yet to show any interest in making even pre-verbal sounds. She’s kinda social and very agreeable, but quite aloof. And yes, she’s been checked in every way science knows and is in therapy for every abnormality. Be thankful for what you’ve got, however exasperating it can sometimes be.