I have been really bad at taking daily photos for my 365 days project. It has been 13 days since my last photo. I’m thinking of renaming the project “smattering of days with 365 days”. I blame the two weeks of on-call within three weeks. On-call messes with my head. After nearly five years of doing on-call you think I’d be used to it by now. Perhaps I should just stop bitching about it and go with the flow. Maybe that will be my new theme in life: “just stop bitching about it.”
I am sitting on the back patio enjoying the glorious sunshine. Earl and I are back from running a few errands, Cubster held down the fort whilst the two of us ran out. I had to pick up some Muscle Milk – the large jug was marked down from $48.99 to $27.99 and the expiration date isn’t until 2010. Sometimes it’s the little things that count, and yes, I’ll pick up another jug if you ask.
We also fixed the push mower. I destroyed the old blade when I hit a rock about a week ago. I’ve been hitting a lot of things lately. It was just a five minute job to swap out the blade for a new one. I even mowed a bit (even though the lawn didn’t really need it) to make sure everything held itself together and nothing came flying out. There was no drama.
There is a very confused wasp on the loveseat here on the patio, it seems the owner of the house wiped out all the nests in the umbrella. His GPS still shows there should be filling stations in the area. I’m a mean Daddy.
I’m feeling much better today than I did yesterday. I’m already scheming for next weekend: I have a three day weekend and I have an adventure in mind. Combined with a really short work week (I have Wednesday off as well) and one can understand why I’m chomping at the bit to get this on-call week over with.
‘Tis good.
