It’s Monday. November 15th. We’re halfway through November, which means we’re careening toward December and the holidays and winter and blah.
I had another bad night’s sleep last night. Less than six hours, and only about 60% in deep sleep. Blah. I feel like I am in a stage where I need to have a couple of bad nights before I have a good night. The night before last was good. So that means maybe Tuesday night should be okay?
The kids come home for Thanksgiving on Friday. Have I mentioned that? I think I might have.
The Bruins came back and won last night. There is nothing in hockey worse than losing to Montreal, so nightmare averted, babie. The Bruins have played the fewest games in the league, and now they are off until Saturday. Who is the add wizard who came up with this schedule?
Fear the Walking Dead last night was better than the week before but it was still laughably awful. It’s like driving past a car wreck now. I can’t look away, even though I really want to. I never considered myself a masochist before, but here we are. Granted, there were all those years of watching bad movies that were so bad they were funny. Fear doesn’t fall into that category yet. It’s just plain bad.
Okay. Time to go to work now. Have a happy Monday, everyone. Hang in there, Friday is only five measly little days away.