So much tired. I am full of the gronk. Work, do not want. Please to be a quiet day.
Mac did not get the first job he had an interview for, but he had an interview with a Walgreens store yesterday. Things continue to be all good with him. He is pleasant and will do things to help if asked, but not if unprompted. Current ask is that he shower every day. Not sure if he was in some depressive state or just a level of lazy and inertia monster that is just him.
Walked into the office being 83 degrees and blowing heat. I did not think the heat was even turned on yet. It is our first brisk autumnal morning, but we do not need this much heat.
I'm glad to hear Mac is doing well. Compulsive showering young men are easier to deal with than ones that need to be convinced to shower. Hope he goes in that direction.
Hit the 30s here last night! Eeep. Only going to be mid 40s for the high today. Not going crazy with the little heaters so it is about 58 in the house. I did just put some chocolate muffins in the oven, and may bake some more later too! I'm layered.
Jesus fuck. My dad called the police again last night for his hallucinations, and I was trying to sort that out this morning when I got the news that there's an active shooter situation happening right now at the high school my friend works at.
Okay, law enforcement has cleared the campus and said there's no threat. The police said that a report about an active shooter was called in, but there was no shooter. Thank god.
Jesus fuck. My dad called the police again last night for his hallucinations, and I was trying to sort that out this morning when I got the news that there's an active shooter situation happening right now at the high school my friend works at.
I could visualize your adrenaline spike.
I could visualize your adrenaline spike.
Still not back down to baseline, because I have to sort out what's going on with my dad. I think he needs to be in an inpatient psych unit for a while.
Good lord, Tep, what a morning! Your assessment sounds right, I hope you can get there without too much wear and tear on yourself in the meantime
Jesus, Steph. Way too much.
My dad's across-the-hall neighbor happens to know my SiL, so now neighbor texts my brother when shit goes down. So my brother texted me at 11 last night "Dad’s neighbor just texted me to tell me that he’s outside talking to the cops because dad called them saying people are breaking into his car and his apartment again."
My entire reaction was to text back "FUCK", take an Ativan, put my phone on silent, and go to sleep. My coping mechanisms are shot. And this is on top of my long Covid fatigue being the worst it's ever been for the past 4-5 days in a row. I might have to make a blanket fort and cry in it later.
Those sound like appropriate coping mechanisms to me. Ativan, silent phone, blanket fort, crying - all good. I would like to make you soup.
