My beautiful wife Jen said she was kinda in the mood for a movie tonight. A Marvel movie. Sure, I said. Pick one. There are about 100 to chose from.
She picked Captain America: Civil War.
Now if you were curious as to why I’m so out of my mind in love with her, take this as one of the billion reasons.
Ms Patches agrees.
I am so tired of everything going wrong. I feel like I’m screaming into a hurricane and no one can hear me.
If I didn’t have Jen to help me through this I don’t think I would have made it this far. She’s my rock. She’s my hero.
I love you, sweetie.
I slept in my own bed last night. Actually, I slept in A bed last night. My wife was with me. My step son was down the hall in his room, my cat was crawling all over us and purring like a purr machine.
We watched The Suicide Squad last night. It was awesome but too gory for Jen and she had to bail. Sorry sweetie. We then watched the episode of Parks and Rec where Letters to Cleo played the Unity Concert and Kay Hanley winked at whatshisname and Jen and Harry thought it was funny because me and Larry and Mike would have KILLED for a sliver of attention like that back in the 90’s. I bet Mike still has that water bottle that he took from the stage after a show at… The Paradise? Was it a solo show at The Lizard Lounge? I forget. I just remember that show at Merrimack College when she eviscerated the schmuck who was trying to slam dance (pick your spots, moron) and she stopped the show to tear him a new one and the three of us all simultaneously concluded that she is in fact the greatest front person in all of rock and roll past, present, and future.
Today I cleaned up the trash off the yard after the rodents knocked over the barrels again. Harry was nice enough to do it yesterday and all his hard work was ruined by a family of plague and rabbis infested squirrel pricks. Then I vacuumed up Lake Asshole in the cellar which has been forming for much longer than I ever let it form before, and it’s still smaller than it was regularly getting… so that’s good? I guess?
And while doing all of these chores I was just so friggin’ happy that I was doing them at my house for my family and not doing them at my parents house.
It is so good to be home.
Jen and I watched Black Widow tonight. I am once again completely caught up on all things Marvel MCU. Well… I never saw the Inhumans show, and there was at least one other that I haven’t seen… Runaways? Is that what it’s called? Whatever, I am all caught up with the movies, and the Disney+ and Netflix shows… but I guess not the X-Men movies or the two Fantastic Four disasters. Okay, so I am caught up with all of the Disney related content. I think.
You get the picture.
It was good. It would have been 10 times better if it had come out after Captain America Civil War, but whatevs. It was good.
And that’s all the movie review you are going to get tonight. You’re welcome.
I picked up my new glasses yesterday. One pair of progressive lenses for general use, and one pair of intermediate depth for sitting at the computer.
It’s kind of a whole new world.
My old glasses were progressive so when I worked at the computer I had to search around to find the sweet spot that gave the clearest view of the screen. Normal walking around or driving stuff didn’t require any work. Reading a book… that was tough.
So far the new glasses, both pairs, are doing fine. The Computer glasses felt odd when I first sat at my desk yesterday. I thought I might struggle getting used to them. Next thing I knew an hour had passed and I never noticed them at all. It was like I wasn’t wearing them. Brilliant! The progressives are… progressives. Looking straight ahead is fine. Turning your head can cause the world to go a little out of whack. Shapes and angles get a little screwy, but only a little. No issues walking around or driving or watching TV or anything.
The issue I am having is remembering to switch. I sat at my desk for an hour or so this morning then got up to take a pit stop before my first meeting. I forgot to swap glasses and the walk to the can was a blurry adventure. It wasn’t a problem, it was just different. I came back from lunch and forgot to switch from general to computer and the screen looked a little freaky. Oops, gotta make the change again.
I got bigger frames this time and having more lens in my face is making a big difference. Give me a couple of days and I don’t think I will be able to function with my old glasses anymore. That’s kinda the point though, right?
Three hours and eight minutes until the weekend. I just came back from two days off, sort of a mid-week weekend, so I shouldn’t be in that I need the weekend right now state of mind… but I totally am. I need me some weekend. I don’t have to nana sit until Sunday, so I’m hoping for a nice, calm, fun, relaxing day with the love of my life tomorrow. Maybe we’ll watch Black Widow. We can kick back and relax while watching an Avenger beat the shit out of bad guys. Sounds like a good Saturday to me.
Good morning, everyone. How’s your Tuesday going. Hope you’re off to a good start.
I’m at my parents house. My brother is here and he’s working at his desk. He expects to be wrapping up soon so I can hijack his monitors again. I feel like a squatter but it’s okay.
Jen just called me. She’s off work this morning and went out for some errands. One of them was getting the Kia inspected. She had to go into the shop. Pre-Covid that would have been nothing. Now? That’s a huge accomplishment. I’m very proud of her. My wife has some serious guts.
She also set something up for tomorrow that I don’t want to talk about yet that literally took the weight of the world off my shoulders. The relief is so great it’s like a physical thing. Thank you, my love.
Okay, off to work. Happy Tuesday, everyone!
You know you’re old when your beloved spouse asks if it can be bedtime and you look at your watch and see 8:35 and you still say sure. Then your beloved tells you to check your watch again and you realize it’s not 8:35, it’s 7:35, and you are still 100% okay with calling it bedtime.
Last night as we were getting ready for bed I jumped the gun. I asked Jen if she would be my valentine. I know it was still a couple of hours away from actual Valentine’s Day but I just couldn’t wait to ask her. I was so excited about the idea of her being my valentine that I just had to know right then.
She said yes. She’s my valentine.
And all was right with the world.
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