So Fred essentially bypassed us, Grace is in the process of completely bypassing us, while Henri dances off-shore with no real chance of coming anywhere near us, so I’m hopeful we’ll have a couple of weeks peace before the next storm I’ll need to keep an eye on. In other words, pretty much business as usual around here for this time of year.
And despite all that, I’m still have difficulty explaining to some people that not only is this normal, it’s normal for me to accept this as normal.
So how am I doing? (Aside from being annoyed at life, I mean.)
As I predicted/feared . . . I don’t know.
Some of my signs are good, and some of my signs, while not bad, are decidedly less good, so I think I’m almost fully recovered, but I’ve been there before, you know?
If nothing else, I’m well enough to get us prepped for our first Tropical Storm of the season, so there is that.
Well . . . it’s happening slowly, but it is happening.
And after some delays, my son and I are officially done with school for the summer. To celebrate, he’ll be taking the first of many days off for a while.
Well it wasn’t easy, but my son and I put in our overtime last week and wrapped up our course on the Roman Empire.
In honor of this, I shall commemorate the moment with the Latin phrase, “Felicitas est parvus canis calidus.”
(That means “Happiness is a warm puppy,” at least according to Charles Schultz.)
My mood remains unchanged from yesterday, but I’m going to use the (true) excuse that I’m very busy today because my son and I working overtime to wrap up our current studies so we can take some time off next week.
I’m just not in the mood to be funny today, which is ironic when you think about it.
I’m in an odd mood today, and what I was originally going to post here seemed particularly overblown upon review. The basic topic was about recognizing limits, and think I’ll take that to heart and recognize that today my ability to effectively communicate is sharply limited.
So for two years in a row now L’s Mother and I have remembered our anniversary, but I’m not personally convinced just yet this is the start of a trend because this year’s anniversary was one of those round number milestone ones that people make hard to forget. Regardless, in honor of this we decided to declare an “anniversary weekend” to celebrate (in home), and even scheduled Friday and Monday off to make it an extra long weekend. (Business obligations precluded us for taking the actual date off, so this seemed like a good compromise.)
But I suppose it wouldn’t be our anniversary if something wasn’t forgotten, and today, having properly looked in the mirror for the first since Thursday, I realized I had forgotten to shave to the extent that even the Man of La Mancha production would have sent me home . . .
I think I’m going to keep it simple today and leave any pensive musings for next week.
