
I’m So Sick of Rain


The weather is shitty but we are on the road heading North.
We pulled off the highway for a pit stop and just outside of the gas station entrance we saw this little fox casually strolling up the road.
Wildlife, babie!
I didn’t get a picture so here’s a lawn mower instead.

Today was a bad day. Nothing bad actually happened yet everything felt like it was bad. What’s the opposite of rose colored glasses?
Whatever. Tomorrow we are going to see Bellana so that should help my spirits for a while. I can’t wait to see her. I’m so proud of her. We aren’t going to see much of Harry this week but it looks like we might be able to squeak in some time. This was a dad weekend so we haven’t seen him since Friday morning. I can’t wait to see him. I’m so proud of him.
Did I somehow change font size between the first two paragraphs or are my eyes just having a rough day like the rest of me?
Speaking of going blind, my new glasses are ready!
Well folks, it’s getting time for bed. I, your humble narrator, will talk to you again tomorrow. Goodnight, moon.

17 years ago today I, along with about 20 other people, showed up to my first day of work at the company I still work for. I was 33 years old and was pretty sure I was the oldest person in the group. I sat in the back and kept to myself and learned as much as I could to make myself ready for my first real job. Months later I learned that the rest of the group thought of me as the old guy. If they thought I was old then, what must they think of me now? Woah!
Nothing else to really say about it. I’m having a busy and frustrating day at work. I wish I was at home instead of at my parents house. That’s neither here nor there though (see what I did there? Geography puns are where it’s at).
It is currently 1:44pm and I am kinda ready for bed. I want to go home but I can’t and maybe that’s why I am extra fatigued. Mental stress on top of physical fatigue? Something like that.
Anyway, happy workaversary to the few folks from my new hire group who are still around. Thumbs up, folks.
I am so sick of rain. So sick of rain. So sick of rain.
I’m sure there have been days this month that didn’t rain, but there has been so much of it that I can’t remember a time in human history when it didn’t rain a least a few minutes a day. It just never stops. We went out last night with one of Jen’s coworkers and his wife and we were supposed to sit outside like good Covid-19 fighters, but no. It rained. Of course it rained. Last night while we slept it poured. It’s pouring out now. I had to be at my mother’s house by 7:00am for an extended nana sitting (7:00am Monday to around 6:30-7:00pm Tuesday… yikes) but before I could leave I had to wet-vac up the latest day’s worth of cellar puddle after the latest round of rain.
I am so sick of rain.


It’s going to start raining tonight and not stop until tomorrow night.
I’m convinced it’s never going to stop.
Well, it’s finally time to go to sleep. Today has been a day. I heard from my sister, who is nana sitting tonight, and it’s just as bad tonight as it was last night. Oh good.
Anyway, this happened:

I’m finally going to sleep. Hopefully for 18 hours or so. G’night, world.