In The Middle

I mean, I'm sure I'll be jonesin' for Jim to get home by the end of the week but sleeping in the middle of the bed is the best. Thankfully I slept mostly like a baby, which was much needed. Of course I woke up several times in the night (as I'm getting older, I've just had to come to accept that this is the norm) but was able to get right back to sleep. AND!!! I was awoken by my alarm. That almost never happens. 

In school news, my stupid admin called a morning meeting today. So fucking stupid. I'm sure whatever dumb shit he has to say could have been said in an email. To make matters worse, I also have a stupid fucking department meeting after school. Again, more stupid stuff. I'll be out the door as soon as I can leave so I can get home to the boys. 

You'll be happy to hear that the storms we got yesterday, late afternoon, were tame. Lots of rain and a bit of thunder but no wind to speak of. Of course it hit as I was leaving to go out to eat with some of my coworkers and Diane but right when I parked, or just before, the rain stopped so I could get into the restaurant. 

Dinner tonight: I'm definitely having leftovers, probably the lemon chicken I have. I'll have to cook up some rice or something and find a veggie to make with it. Ooh, or maybe I'll chop up the chicken and make a salad. Hmm...that sounds better. 

I haven't watched the first episode of The Last of Us, season 2 because I wanted to give my full attention to it and last night I was wiped. I'll probably watch tonight. I hope it doesn't give me nightmares. I did watch the final episode of White Lotus and all I'll say is I knew it, or rather part of it. I won't say more in case people out there are watching. Additionally, I finished the final episode for season 41 of Survivor. I've gone back to watch the season I didn't see and started with the first one after Covid. This is when they changed up the game. It was good and I was happy about who won. 

Scout is being a turkey. I can't get that little rat to eat. Jim got him to eat yesterday morning but since then, he'll only take treats. Of course. When I walked him yesterday and he pooped, there was grass in his doo doo which tells me he was definitely feeling puny. His spirits are good but I'm hoping by the time I get back home today, he's showing more pep in his step. 

Okay well, since it's just me, I need to make sure to get them out again and of course I can't miss the dumb fuck morning meeting. Ass. Happy Tuesday. Later!