The Winding Days of Summer

Last night, I walked to one of the Walgreens in my neighborhood.  I switched my route up even though I knew I wouldn't get the walking I do after I sign off for the night.  

I thought there would be food trucks out by the Farmer's Market but there didn't seem to be.  I wasn't planning on going to any of them. I figured I would see them.

Only another week before Labor Day. I know summer isn't over until late September but technically it feels like the days are winding down of heat and humidity.  It's my hope to be in much better shape next summer physically, financially.  I gave up on the emotional part.  Hey, I'm being realistic, alright?

I know my struggle is real with the weight thing.  I just want it to be better.  This may take a decade to fix.  I'd be thrilled if I could wear my Kamala Harris t-shirt.  Not outdoors because Maga would punch me, but I usually wear those shirts on days where I can at least throw a sweatshirt over it.  This was when she first got elected as vice president too and it's a cool shirt.  Fitting into my Obama t-shirt seems the elusive dream right now.  Someday.  When I'm 75 maybe.

I've been listening to Leslie Jones' autobiography on Audible.  I thought it would be a nice break from politics.  I like Leslie. She gets a little vulgar at times but for the most part, it's been really an enjoyable listen.

 I might actually get to see Corinne and her husband in October plus their entourage of dogs.  Oh, that is so sorely needed.  I messaged her in the middle of the night when I was upset and told her about things going on at work.  She's retired and doesn't need to hear it in my opinion.  She is surprised about the recent scandal going on so I don't think she minds it too much.  Most of our exchanges are about something stupid that this administration has done or Gavin Newsom memes.  God bless you Gavin Newsome.  It may not solve this nightmare but I do like the idea of someone's cankles exploding in anger.

I might actually get to see my sister and nephew plus the return of Krackle I mean Kringle and Daisy.  Hopefully Precious will forgive us if her arch enemy returns.

I am feeling more broke than normal lately.  I had 90 taken out of my check to compensate for the things I bought with my new Lifestyle Spending Account.  Sigh.  I needed that $90.  Damn it.  I look at the headphones I got and I feel like I shouldn't have them.  I spent a little more than half the money we're allotted each other to help us mentally, physically and emotionally.  I got everything at once so yeah, things are going to add up when it comes to taxes.  Damn it again.  I still have $300 plus dollars to use before year's end.  I will try to allot that money so it doesn't make my piggy bank cry when it comes to pay day.

I am looking forward to some time off next month.  I feel like there's something about August that feels great because I'm a month away from time off and yet it seems like there's a full moon of weirdness with people.  

At least there's no monster down below.  Charlie and Jeremy have been one big bright spot in this tough year.  

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