Thursday dawns and it is my last day in the office for the week. Huzzah! I don’t think I’ve worked an entire week straight in a while–funerals, holidays, sick–and I could tell yesterday afternoon around three when I hit a wall. Lord have mercy, how tired I was–or as my grandmother used to pronounce it, lawda mersa ah’m tahrd. You see why I don’t ever spell out phonetically what a Southern person is saying and how they say it. Spellcheck would go insane, and can you imagine how the copy editor would respond? Anyway, I feel pretty good this morning. I slept well again, an the Sparkster even got into bed and cuddled around my knees in the middle of the night, which I am sure made the sleep more restful. It’s amazing how pets are calming, isn’t it? I was very tired when I got home from running errands–the mail and making groceries; I had to throw out everything in the freezer1–so after putting everything away I collapsed into my chair, Sparky joined me, and I lost myself in the news (always grim) before rewatching another episode of The Traitors, most recent American season. Last night’s episode is when Rob first appeared in bib overalls without a shirt, which is ironically the same episode he began to win me over as someone other than just a pretty face. It’s such an obsession for me now, but it’s very highly entertaining.
I don’t think we’re busy today in the clinic, and it’s just me again today. I have some paperwork that needs catching up on, so I should be able to get everything done at the office today, or I could just bring it home and do it tomorrow when I get my work-at-home day. Choices, right? I do have some things I’d like to get done this weekend on top of the usual every weekend chores; reading and writing and so forth. I want to get another newsletter out this weekend, so I can get back on schedule with that. I also want to get started revising Jackson Square Jazz, too. I paged through the book again last night, and it really is a kitchen-sink book. I think I wanted it to be extremely complicated with lots of twists and turns along the way, and it definitely did that.
I also have to set up Sparky’s new water fountain. He’s taken to drinking directly from the faucet–he even has a specific chirp now for water–so I thought he might like to have a drinking fountain. It wasn’t terribly expensive, but I don’t know if he will like it or not. Ah, well, I inherited some money from a friend, so I spent some of that money on it, so I won’t be out a lot if he doesn’t. And who knows? He might take to it immediately. Stranger things have happened, after all.
Can I just say that I’m extremely tired of having the country run by fascist morons? After this week’s flirtation with nuclear annihilation, the great “dealmaker” wound up agreeing to a ceasefire that sure as fuck looked like a surrender treaty. All those billions, all those lives lost or injuries, the depletion of our weapons arsenal, and now every ship passing through the Strait of Hormuz has to pay a two million dollar toll? Are we tired of all this winning yet? If only someone could have warned all those MAGA voters…oh, wait. Looks like those two bitches you misogynistic scum couldn’t bring yourself to vote for were right about everything. Too bad they had vaginas, right? Because someone with a button mushroom sized penis who has been overcompensating for it most of his life is such a better choice. And it’s not like he didn’t tell you everything he was going to do, too, so miss me with your “I didn’t vote for this.” Yeah, you actually did. And I will never let anyone forget that as long as I am breathing. You voted against democracy and for fascism. Is the New York Times sending people to rust belt diners to see how those simple country folk are faring well with the consequences of their racism and misogyny? I think not.
Sigh.
And on that note I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Thursday, Constant Reader, and I will be back in the morning yet again, bright and early.
- It’s working properly again; I think I must have hit the thermostat in the freezer putting something in there and accidentally turned it to the lowest setting. I think it was also overly full, too. ↩︎
Queer and Loathing in America 