Yikes, Shrift!

It's mostly a comedy of errors (and bruises) because work continues to proliferate, and staying up too late reading is one of my unhealthy coping mechanisms. Along with impulse purchases, like how I signed up for Birchbox.

My unhealthy coping mechanism tonight has been too much wine,too many cookies, and too many episodes of Steven Universe.

I'm glad you indulged.

Along with impulse purchases, like how I signed up for Birchbox.

Do they send you a new Birch tree weekly? That seems like more than you have yard for.

Shockingly enough, Dad appears to be recovering a bit. He's not at 100%, but he's maybe at 70% of where he was last week, which is far better than he was over the weekend. He's doing so well the hospital is considering discharging him tomorrow or Thursday.

That's great! I hope he stays on this trajectory.

Owning a house does mean a lot of extra expenses and work, but the trade-off is that you're building equity. I think it makes sense for some and doesn't make sense for some. Now that our house is paid off, I'm glad we bought, but there will be some big expenses coming up (like the driveway, ugh).

Stuck in the circular hell of "I'm sorry, we don't have an account matching this id info" and "I'm sorry, this id info is already associated with an account" thanks to the fucking company changing hand twice in the past 6 months. Gonna have to fucking call.

I hate everything.

Despite having taken a pill and slept for 11 hours, I still have a migraine. And a meeting I can't skip.

I now regret not going to bed earlier. Tonight I'm probably not getting home until 8:30pm, so I intend to go to bed as soon as I set up everything for tomorrow morning because Thursday is a 4:30am alarm day.

Thursday is a 4:30am alarm day.

Oh man, that shit ain't right.

I have no idea how I would deal with less sleep. This week I have been tired non stop and I am getting 8 hours a night. I might have do low grade sick, or more likely low grade depression.

I have a problem going to sleep at a good time (before midnight) when Bob's not home, like this week. I really think I need 8 hours these days. Nowadays, mostly working at home (and working with a lot of west coast folks) is a blessing/curse. I set my alarm to get up at, like, 7 so I can get stuff done, get on with work early. But, because I don't have to go anywhere to be at the office, I end up hitting snooze a ton and getting a stupid interuppty hour of sleep at the end. You think I would have learned how to sleep right at my age!

In totally unrelated news, the oldest living major league baseball player died yesterday and now my friend's grandfather holds that title. He's 99 and it sounds like, to some extent, he's been holding on just so he could be The Oldest. Who can blame him? It's pretty cool!