12,738 Days Alive
2 Tacos Eaten
I am absolutely exhausted. I went to bed too late last night. I was up reading Fortune’s Fool by Mercedes Lackey. And then I didn’t even sleep well.
I also feel like I have a sinus headache coming on. Or maybe I just ate too much hot sauce. Who knows?
Work went well today. Lonely, but good. I miss my coworkers. I really do. This whole COVID mess has me fraying like a cut rope. I feel… disconnected. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been blogging so much.
Our new team member is a sweet gal; Charmaine is her name. I think. I’m bad with names. Miss A doesn’t count, I’ve known her for almost four years now.
I got to chat with my old friend Megan yesterday. It was cool to catch up with her. We’ve known each other since high school. It’s so crazy I have friends from that long ago.
My check engine light is on. I’m terrified about how much it’s going to cost me to fix. And Spock needs to get up to date on his shots this weekend as well.
I’m watching a ghost hunting show. One of my met peeves is the barrage of questions without waiting for a response when doing EVP sessions. I’d wait, be patient and quiet when doing them.
Anyway. I’m gonna go crochet. I’m trying to restart Cousin Kay’s blue blanket.
Take your meds, folks.