It was the phrase “R & R get in the van!” (in reference to Richard and Robert) that got me. I flipped straight to the last twenty pages of the book because I could no longer take it, found out everyone died, said “urgh” when I read the last sentence, and then prayed because I didn’t know if I could read about more death and destruction from Isaiah in that moment. I will not name the name of the book for those of you who think skipping the entire middle is atrocious
Yebbie did not visit today, or maybe I didn’t notice amidst my focus on the death happening. I then had to run my frustration/sadness out after the drizzle stopped.
Today I am grateful for drizzly weather at 8:00 a.m., Kyle being off work, and my defense being scheduled for Monday morning.
Media. Welp today a Facebook page called “People who look like Adam Sandler, but are not Adam Sandler” got me. I spent a solid 2.5 minutes scrolling on this page. It was worth it. Check it out if you need entertainment. Avoiding television was no problem, however, I need another book and the library is closed. Better yet, I could just go practice my defense a few hundred times to ensure I graduate next Friday.
Rest, as you probably assumed, did not go well again last night. 12:30 is the earliest bedtime I even feel decently okay with most days.
Spending. Again. Fail. I bought a capo. I would have spent a bit more time searching for the old one which would have cost me enough time that I would have had to sprint to the church for band practice without time to buy one to find there was a spare there. Let me note, I do not run out and buy lost things often, but considering Kyle plays too and needs one when we play impeccable duets in our music room (lies), I did not continue looking and just hit “buy now” on Amazon. Patience is key, Brooke. In addition, we spent $10 vacuuming our disgusting van. Apparently Malachi peed in some undies and deliberately placed them under the back seat (We all know that’s a lie because he is too incredibly sweet and wonderful every moment of the day every day.) Stiff, peed-in, underwear. That’s what was smelling up the trunk part of my van. So now when you go to your vehicle and think, “man, this is gross” just rest easy knowing you don’t have stiff, peed-in underwear hanging out in the back. Or maybe you do. And if you do. Welcome to my world. It’s a great place to be.
Okay…bye friends! 🙂