Weeks End But No Weekend
I finally finished the week.
Made a plan and stuck to the plan.
Eight hour days with a few minutes over and under here and there ending the week with 40.54 hours.
That’s what I said I would do and I that’s what I did.
I didn’t put myself out this week. Some days were more stressful than others, but that’s the usual for most of us, yeah?
Next week is looking ugly.
I’m starting Sunday and calling in Ashe for backup. She has agreed to help me knock down the heavy lifting in her old store. I’m grateful.
Tomorrow is pretty much the entirety of my weekend. I have to go and film the marching band in the middle of the day. Luckily there’s something I need to find down that way. I need a new sling pack. So I’m going to do a little shopping, maybe.
Tonight I’ve been decompressing. I’ve played a little in between episodes of season eight of The Blacklist.
S8:E6 The Wellstone Agency.
Raymond has just learned of Glen’s death and is ranting about the last wishes he left him to fulfill. James Spader is at some of his funniest and best in this scene. I love the character.
Waiting for the wife and boy to get home from the game.
The girl, my eldest, is experiencing a nasty possible kidney infection. We are hoping it isn’t a kidney stone. I was afflicted by those quite a bit at one time. She takes after me both in demeanor and health. I’m trying to steer her the right way in both aspects of her life.
That’s it. That’s the post.