Here we are, at the end of yet another month. I feel like there were some victories this month, some good things that happened, but for the life of me I can’t really pin anything down. The Long-Suffering Wife’s birthday last weekend was fun, and I somehow hit a deadline or two and didn’t die, but all of that seems to pale in comparison to the total shit show that is going on outside.
July will be busy, if nothing else. A red-letter wedding anniversary and trip. This upcoming weekend’s holiday and some baseball and fireworks. I’m in the middle of the annual audit at work and sorta holding my own (ish?) but we’re shorthanded to begin with and got some nasty, bad news about a personnel thing, so we’ll have to see how that plays out next week. The 22nd is also the anniversary of us buying our Forever Home, and there’s a long “to-do” list of things I would really, REALLY like to get done before then.
Either way, it’s gonna be a slice.
So, FUCK OFF, June!
July? Hit me with your best shot!
(Taunting the Fates and the Gods is always good storytelling, but rarely a good idea.)
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We Love The Stars Too Fondly 