Humor in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

So whenever something significant happens followed by something strange, as a lizard-brained human, I tend to jump to connections despite that obviously not being necessarily true. If you receive an award on Tuesday and have a flat tire on Wednesday; there is no logical reason to believe the two are connected. Though, I often do. Even if it is simply a “well, that’s Karma for you!” kind of connection.

I’m going through something similar today strangely. So… after the significant event last night, waking up sweating was… strange but not unheard of. I sleep with a fan on specifically because that type of thing does happen so often. But what has happened since is odd. I’m rarely cold. I’m more often hot. I’m the guy that is going to complain about being out in 83 degree weather while celebrating 62 degree weather. At least typically. But after drying off from being so sweaty… I was cold. Then when I walked to my car, I was cold. Walked into my office- cold. In my office (set at 70 degrees)… I’m cold. That’s very strange.

Or maybe it was just… a blood sugar thing because I have since eaten and don’t feel so cold.

Things “picked up” at work for a minute… meaning phone calls… which for me 100% means (1) Domestic Violence phone call, followed by (2) report of a 13 year old and 8 year old being raped, followed by (3) another Domestic Violence phone call.

Y’know… I mentioned this once before earlier today but.... still worth saying. Adulting takes way too much time. I honestly CAN NOT IMAGINE the nightmare-fueled world of being a single mother. Those women are strong, organized, and tough… even when they fail. Cuz that shit is MIND BLOWING! All I’ve got is me, a house, and a dog and it takes so much time! Like… if energy and time and… fucking… magic… allowed? I’d get the clean dishes put away, the dirty dishes put into the sink, the laundry done, the clothes ironed, the basement cleaned, the yard weeded and properly landscaped, the “empty” rooms properly emptied and organized, Nancy’s shit packed up and boxed away, the “combined shit” properly labeled and sorted (as anything joint, if she wants it she can have it, but I want an accounting of it), the Wedding Photos and other paraphernalia sorted and dealt with, the car put back to tip top shape, the dog walked with trimmed nails and properly bathed, healthy food selected and purchased and cooked, proper exercise beyond simply walking the dog, sufficient sleep for my personal body aches and needs...... and that’s just the weekly. Not to mention getting the divorce sorted, the house re-furnished, the bank account re-stocked (really need to talk to a broker or somebody), and all the little “broke, disrepaired” things around the house finally put to rights. So that’s all the ADULT stuff that needs to get dealt with. But… if I had my druthers about it?
I’d spend all of my time playing PS4, reading and writing, hanging out with my friends… doing the fun things there never seems to be any time for. Of course… can’t do that. Have to adult. Which is another reason I am a prosecutor, honestly. If everyone else has to work hard and do the responsible thing… just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean you get to play by different rules!

Bah. ANYWAY… memes. lol

Because ^ this has actually happened to me before, shit you not!



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