Let Me Tell You About My Day

We had a very icky day here today. Most of it was rain, and all of it was humidity. The sun actually came out for about three minutes, but otherwise, it was unpleasant to go outside, and when I did, I came in feeling like I needed a shower.

I slept relatively well and woke up with the wherewithal to get some stuff done, but I let that peter out pretty quickly. I did hit two supermarkets today, so I guess that was something. I tried to nap this afternoon, my usual Saturday or Sunday afternoon three-hour rest, but only got a half hour out of it, so now, of course, I'm dragging again. The Hubs has gone out to pick up the Chinese food, so at least I have a meal coming.

We got our annual invitation to the Hubs' sister's father's day barbecue for next weekend, and, as always, the decision was up to him, and we are going. We had a lovely time last year. I talked to R, who is away for the weekend, and she says she will definitely be joining us, but the gentleman friend may spend the day with his father, as is certainly his choice to do. They're not married or even engaged, so, as she says, Mother's and Father's Days are still not necessarily spent together. They have time ahead of them for those arguments. All I have told her is that Thanksgiving is mine, and Christmas belongs to her grandmother for as long as she lives.

Tomorrow is for paperwork and laundry. Oh boy oh boy.

Oh, in answer to a comment, managing the list of who owes what to the school has nothing to do with being a librarian. It's my non-teaching duty. Years ago, it belonged to a guidance counselor, and when he became head of his department, they gave it to me. It has to be done by someone who doesn't give final exams at the end of the year, because there wouldn't be enough time in the day. It's also my graduation night duty, which means once the kids march out of the building to the football field (which means they have all cleared their obligations), I can go home. It works for me.

Who am I kidding? I am not getting through that Andrew Jackson book. I have a few nice ones in reserve (as well as a stack for the summer), but I haven't made a choice yet, so no book listed below.)



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