Got a little bit of time this morning, but not fully feeling the whole writing thing. Well, sort of. I am halfway wanting to write, but I’m not sure what to write about. You know, my other usual morning hurdle.
It’s a bit chilly in the house, this morning. Guess it won’t be much longer until I have to start sealing things up for the winter. Kind of a funny thought to have, when we’re expecting highs today to tickle the low 80s. Our overnights have been dipping fairly low as of late, however, and the heat during the day comes late and vanishes too quickly for the bones of this old house to collect and hold the warmth. Welcome to fall.
I’m not necessarily looking forward to work this morning. Ashlee gave me a heads up that GM freight was dropped last night–it was sounding like that might happen before I left work, yesterday. Unfortunately, timing couldn’t be worse–well, I mean, I guess it could be–as we were informed yesterday that market peeps will be touring the store tomorrow with candidates for manager of another store the next town over. It’s like a Murphy’s Law sort of thing when it comes to freight in that store, I swear. But, it just seems to be that way in most businesses, in my experience. Maybe that’s part of what some people like about me at work; I recognize that things aren’t going to go to plan, I accept it, and I just keep going, doing what I can.
I’ve enjoyed the kids having fall break–though I don’t feel like I’ve done anything to take advantage of it. It’s been nice getting up with them, kinda chilling in the morning, and watching them do their thing. The evenings have been kinda nice, too; and it’s going to sound terrible, but part of that niceness is where Violet has been spending time at her mother’s. With Violet away, I’ve had an extra hour or so alone in which to completely unwind. I’ll be picking up Violet tonight. I’m not looking forward to that time it’ll take to get her–as it subtracts time away from Ashlee–but I am kinda excited to have her back home. I will lose that aforementioned hour of alone time, but I’ll gain back that frantic hour of Violet talking and using my ear to decompress from her awkward teenage life.
Well, I really can’t think of anything else to say, and it’s about time to head out the door.





