J. Palmer

I’d swear I had more time to sit and write, but I guess a quick review of morning emails sucks up more time than I thought.

I’m tired. Just one more day of work this week. Then maybe I can rest, and maybe–just maybe–I can get to some of the crap I need/want to do around the house.

The house is quiet, right now. Thankfully, not silent, because I’m one of those that hates deafening silence. There’s the background noise of a few fans, the coffeepot finishing up it’s brew, the cat cleaning herself, the fridge cooling. Nice quiet little background noises that kind of help give a comforting touch.

The date for “There Will Come Soft Rains” was a few days ago. A kind of broken and out of place thought, but it’s my somewhat usual nonsensical morning post, so a random detached thought is expected, I guess.

I got to bed a little bit earlier than I have been, but still not quite early enough, I suppose, as I missed my first hour of alarms. I’ve only got a week to straighten that out. I need to be getting up and bouncing kids out of bed for school by the end of next week. Then, I’ll have more time to write, again, and maybe time in the morning to do quick bits of housework.

I really don’t want to go work, today. Ah, see, there it is, the words you were waiting to read. I’d thought about calling in today, but realized that my bucket of hours isn’t quite as full as I had hoped it was. I need to save the time for unexpected things related to the kids and the school year.

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty; touch it. That damned verse and that damned song has been stuck in my head for over a week.

Well, I guess it’s time to swallow one last cup of coffee and head to work.

Barely have a few minutes this morning to write anything. I really can’t say that I awoke late, but I did, once again, wake later than I really wanted to. I had just enough time to get up, throw together a roast for the crock, grab a stupidly quick shower, dress, and then sit here.

And now the clock is saying that I should get my feet out the door.

Yep. Not enough time. But I’d like to sit a few more minutes and actually half-way enjoy a lousy cup of coffee before I go, so, blah. I defy you, clock.

Pork roast, by the way. Hopefully it’ll make this evening go a bit smoother and be an awesome time saver for Ashlee. I’m sure she wasn’t all that thrilled about me just grabbing stuff and throwing it in the cart last shopping trip, but I just can’t stand how tired she’s been, so I figured maybe I could take at least one additional meal off her plate even though I’m still going to be at work.

Well, the clock is screaming at me, and my cup is almost empty. Guess it’s time to go.

Yay.

I thought I might’ve discovered a fault that was causing my server to lock-up on occasion, but apparently I haven’t. No, it’s just worn out, I guess. Meanwhile, it looks like I got the Instagram plugin working again. I’ve no idea what was wrong there, as just a re-installation seems to have fixed it.

I can hardly wait for school to be back in session. I’m hopeful that returning to school will help to wear the kids down a bit. Sadly, I expect that, no, it’ll just be them wearing out teachers.

I need a vacation.