J. Palmer

Well, I did have some time to do some journaling this morning, but I got distracted looking at an auction. Now, I’ve only enough time to write these few sentences before I leave. I really wish I had more time on my hands.

Oh, well.

Didn’t sleep all that well last night, apparently.

Took the big kid back to college, yesterday.

Had a chat with the youngest big kid the evening before, which didn’t really resolve anything, I don’t believe; it did, however, lead to an unfortunate disagreement in viewpoints between Ashlee and I. Yay. I’m an asshole.

Did some thrifting, both yesterday and the day prior. picked up a couple of cool little things. Unfortunately, a couple of the things we picked up are a couple more things that will require me to find time at some point to repair them. Yay. Additional projects.

The yard needs mowed and I still need to repair the fence. I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but the storms we had the other day took down a section of fence. The vines gathered enough water weight that they pulled it down; so, no, the dog got loose from being able to walk across the fence, not jumping it.

As usual, I have no desire to go to work, because there’s an ever growing list of things that I need to attend to here at home. Frankly, I’d rather skip work just to be lazy, because the thoughts of all the crap I need to do is kind of starting to stress me. That would be incredibly counter-intuitive, though.

Part way kicking my ass over not picking up an old mobile CB I saw for fifteen bucks when we were thrifting; it was a small 40 channel Midland, and had a matching speaker. I decided not to get it because there wasn’t a mic, and I didn’t want to waste additional time and money hunting down a replacement microphone. I probably should’ve picked it up, anyway.

I really can’t think of any other thoughts I want to mention right now, and time is running short, so I guess that’s it for this post.

Another successful morning of waking at 6am; I guess I should be kinda proud of myself for managing to get back into the swing of waking that early. It sucks, though, as I did not get to bed as early as I would’ve liked–but that, too, will be a problem that will soon be over.

The dog managed to escape last night–I discovered her sitting on the porch, waiting to be let inside the house, shortly before I had to leave to get Nivea from work. I guess I need to walk the fence when I return this evening, though I’m fairly certain that the issue is that the dumb beast finally realized once again that she can scale the gate if she tries. Guess I need to figure out how to fully cover the rungs on the gate.

I really don’t want to go to work.

Had almost an hour of “fun” sitting in personnel yesterday, due to a code black–though from what I saw we were never under a tornado warning. A sliver of the eastern edge of Scott County was warned, but not Georgetown itself. Better safe than sorry, though, I guess. Nearly all of Harrison was warned, so Ash and the kids spent some time in the cellar. The storms were fairly impressive from what I gather–depending upon where you were at. The Nicholas County Mesonet caught an 80mph gust, apparently.

I dunno.

Reckon it’s time to leave for work.