Of Weariness and Weekends

13,249 Days Alive

765 Days Straight on Duolingo

I didn’t get home until after six this evening. Mr. Spock was quite upset at the lateness of his dinner. But if I want to catch up, as well as knock out the forty-five minute training as I did, staying late is a necessity.

I also have to go in by seven-thirty tomorrow morning. So I’m for bed here shortly.

I’m too burnt out to read. I wanted to get another chapter of The Talented Mr. Ripley read this evening, but my brain was having none of it.

And as for crafting? My hands hurt too much to crochet further. I’m gonna do one of the aftercare things Reffie taught me for my hands and take some anti-inflammatory meds.

So I guess that’s it. I’m going to bed and praying the weekend comes quickly.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Tacos and Travel

13,244 Days Alive

77 Miles Driven

3 Soft Tacos Eaten

I’m exhausted so I’ll make this brief: I’m up visiting J and Bill6 for the weekend. We had Taco Bell for dinner because pizza didn’t work out. That’s okay.

I’m going to try and finance my move back to Chicago with my art. We’ll see how well I do.

Take your meds, folks.