Two months and I will have survived a year. Go me.
I'm doing okay this morning. We were both exhausted last night and we were in bed by 9:45. I taught from 9:30 until almost 6 so that took up my whole day. After teaching we had the lazy girl dinner of chili dogs and mac & cheese. It was wonderful. Then we watched the new animated Batman movie. I enjoyed it. Honestly, that was the whole day. B came by and picked up all but one fucking box. One box. Seriously?? It's like the person who "accidentally" leaves their sweater behind to have to come back over. Enough. Take your shit and go. Hopefully today will mark the end. Nothing left after today please. One can dream. Regardless, other than this one box and the axies, they are poof. Gone. No more. I know I should be all weepy and breaking down, but um, no. On that front, I truly am okay. I disengaged so long ago that this isn't impacting me at all to be honest. Funny how that is. My feelings have so been gone that I should be mourning the end in some way, but there's nothing to mourn. Cest la vie.
Have to go have bloodwork done this morning so no frosty morning beverage for me. That sucks. I like my morning beverage. This water stuff doesn't cut it. Bleh.
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