Conspiracy Theories (and a little football)

My nephew came by for a couple of hours this afternoon, which means we engaged in the family past-time of debating conspiracy theories, while he and the Hubs kept an eye on the various football games going on the background. All I can tell you is that Mannings were involved. (In the football, not the conspiracies.) But not which Manning, because I know not from football.

Otherwise, I once again felt rotten until early afternoon and then I was basically okay. My feet are feeling much better (although still supported), but my lower leg is wrapped up like a mummy. I walked without any support for about 15 minutes after I first got up this morning, and when I went down the one step into the family room, that tendon screamed "WTF??!!" and I hobbled back into the bedroom and wrapped it up. And made it to Target thereafter. So it looks like I can do the rest of my shopping tomorrow online, although I'm sure I'll be running around for other little things until December 24.

The SCM has already emailed me that he'll be out tomorrow with an upset stomach, as Thanksgiving dinner did not agree with him. Why is it that I can never believe him when he says he's sick? I know he's just extending his stay at his Vermont home another day. I wish it didn't have to be Monday after a long weekend -- which he also did two weeks ago -- since that makes it all that much harder for me tomorrow. For one, it means that I have to pick up and carry upstairs all the newspapers since Thursday, which will be sitting outside the school entrance. I may just leave them there tomorrow; I already have two bags worth of my own stuff to carry in. And if there's no sub for him tomorrow, well, I'm supposed to set up for the faculty meeting after school, so they'll have to cover me with someone, I guess. He is such a pain in the ass.

So there ya, go, not much to see here, move on. Maybe I'll have a life to write about tomorrow.

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