Monday, August 15, 2016

Y8 D81

Don't feel good this morning. Had a rough night trying to sleep (5hr 6m) and am have stomach issues. I think it's heat related. Yes, I know all I do is bitch about the heat but it was 95 in here yesterday again. It should break in another, oh I don't know, week or so. So yeah, you get to here me bitch about the weather for another week. Sorry. That's the most pertinent and immediate issue in my life. Not a horrible thing either. Nothing else exciting is going on so I can complain about the heat. "Someone out there is praying for the things you take for granted". Remember that.

Ran errands in the morning including finding B a new backpack because her purse is causing her shoulder to hurt too much. She needed something to wear over both shoulders to distribute the weight more evenly. Speaking of pain, her ear was still hurting and we made a doctor's appointment for her. I swear, when open enrollment comes around, I am so signing up for her insurance. Open on weekends? Check. Friendly? Check. Zero dollars out of pocket for a routine visit? Check and check. No fighting, no arguing with them. Pay your premium, see a doctor. So fucking straight forward it's ridiculous. Their headquarters are 2.6 miles from our house. If there were ever a company I would consider going to for work, it's them. I even thought about writing their CEO and seeing if he could use my skills. I'm serious. They seem that good of a company.

The doctor confirmed there's nothing wrong with her ear other than the piercing is making it sensitive and she needs to stop blasting the saline into it. Otherwise, she's fine.

Made really nice steaks for dinner. I marinated them all day in a citrus concoction. They came out really well. That made me happy at least. We were going to go the park but it was too much outside. Hide behind our AC units thank you.

Today is a prep day. Make car arrangements, setup flash drives, iron. I have enough to keep me busy for at least 1/2 the day. Tomorrow is onsite.

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