Happy Friday but not really

It's only Thursday but it's my Friday and I love it.  I'll have a little more time off in the next month and it's so badly needed.  I don't have wild plans.  I never do but I'm so happy to have the time.  

I'll probably do the usual in the morning.  Go to the east side and walk my hill, enjoy the sun or whatever it's doing.  Maybe even get a Starbucks from the gift card I got from the stomper.  I got to take mom to the doctor and she's doing better "knock on wood" so I don't have a wild day off, but I plan on having a better day.

I think I will have to take a look at maybe taking a half day off in August. I requested one day but I do have another stretch between late July to late August. I don't want to go mad like I have this last month so maybe a tiny afternoon break might help me.  I'll figure it out.

I was hoping to see my niece and Charlotte this summer and that sucks they can't come.  I can make the best out of my summer.  I walk every night to Monterrey Market and back after work.  Last night I noticed there were some tents in the woods near the clinic I go to and not too far from Monterrey Market.  Sigh.  That sucks. I felt bad seeing that there are homeless people living there.  And when I say sucks, I mean I hate that people have to live like that. I live with a dripping faucet that'll never get fixed and sloped ceilings.  I know things can be worse.  It's not lost on me especially after what our old landlord did to us.  

I was hoping they would get that housing bill signed but why would it not surprise me that the orange monster played games and refused?  I'm tired of this daily nightmare and so angry at those who thought that this was a good idea.  It wouldn't have been sugar and lollipops with a Democrat but at least Rosie O'Donnell wouldn't have to leave the country.  I'm so sick of the childish behavior that goes on with these people terrorizing people for having an opinion or wanting to help others.

I see Hunter Biden has joined Instagram and put some of his paintings up.  Kind of cool to see. I get how art and being creative can be healing.

Doing this heals me some days.  I still feel broken but putting it down makes me feel like I have some hope when I get it out.

Oh well. I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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