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It's a gorgeous day. I could even feel accomplished having vacuumed out the car (in preparation for a road trip), washed five rugs at the laundromat, and got international stamps at the post office and it's only just after 10:30 am.
Yet, I'm feeling grouchy. We woke up late today because we don't have to get Mason to school (which not only made me miss him, but I kind of hate starting my day later than intended,) AND Shawn woke up with a migraine. I only managed to consume a single cup of home brewed coffee on the way out the door. I would have bought myself a decent latte, but we're out of money. My cat, Buttercup, hissed at me when I picked him up after he escaped outside. And I think I overheard that the woman who owns the laundromat I frequent voted for that dick, 45. And, if the federal budget passes, the economy will tank. Shawn, meanwhile, got news of the state budget and things look grim over at the Minnesota Historical Society, too.
I want to write or read or play in my garden, but at some point I need to go over to see Nate at the nursing home... and that's just depressing on so many levels, it's not even funny. (Well, I mean, of course it's not funny, but... see, EVEN CLICHED EXPRESSIONS SUCK.)
I really think what is needed is a fresh pot of coffee. I tried re-heating some of what was left over from this morning and it's beyond gross. Maybe once I do that I'll be able to enjoy this amazingly perfect weather.
Yet, I'm feeling grouchy. We woke up late today because we don't have to get Mason to school (which not only made me miss him, but I kind of hate starting my day later than intended,) AND Shawn woke up with a migraine. I only managed to consume a single cup of home brewed coffee on the way out the door. I would have bought myself a decent latte, but we're out of money. My cat, Buttercup, hissed at me when I picked him up after he escaped outside. And I think I overheard that the woman who owns the laundromat I frequent voted for that dick, 45. And, if the federal budget passes, the economy will tank. Shawn, meanwhile, got news of the state budget and things look grim over at the Minnesota Historical Society, too.
I want to write or read or play in my garden, but at some point I need to go over to see Nate at the nursing home... and that's just depressing on so many levels, it's not even funny. (Well, I mean, of course it's not funny, but... see, EVEN CLICHED EXPRESSIONS SUCK.)
I really think what is needed is a fresh pot of coffee. I tried re-heating some of what was left over from this morning and it's beyond gross. Maybe once I do that I'll be able to enjoy this amazingly perfect weather.
