14,628 Days Alive
9 Hours at Work Today
1 Metaphorical Can of Worms Opened
Dear, sweet, darling DW has opened a can of worms in my head to the point where I am considering writing a random thesis paper on homelessness in America. All his fault.
If I do write it, it will be amazing. I know my strengths and words, especially well-researched words, are definitely one of them. Yarn hoarding is another, in all honesty.
I stayed late at work tonight to finish a small project I was working on. I meant to stop at the pharmacy, grab my meds, grab some chips and salsa for snacking, come home, check the mail, bring in the groceries, and start making chicken soup in the Instant Pot for dinner.
I did everything but that last one. And you know what? It’s okay. No one is silently brooding because I’m not making dinner. No one DoorDashed just themselves a meal. Hell, Brian made dinner for the three of us tonight! Macaroni and cheese with some baked chicken nuggets. Delicious, simple, and I got to hang out with Lucian!
Anyway, I am weary of both mind and body, so I am going to clock my daily Duolingo practice and head to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 