Mission #5623 in A small but passable life.

Drama on PB. Caused by an asshole, like always. Let’s hope karma bites hard.

Mom’s birthday dinner went well. I hadn’t realized it until we were seated that a year ago Mom and I had went to the very same Olive Garden for her birthday dinner.

We stopped on the way home to fill up the car. $30, and it should last at least a month.

At home later, soon after I bitched about no grandkids calling, my oldest niece called. And then a bit later Daughter called.

I had went out and turned the A/C on low cool a couple of hours before bedtime. At bedtime it was about 72 degrees in there.

I turned the A/C off when I went to bed and left the windows closed. This morning at 8am it was 80 degrees in there.

After Mom’s physical therapy this morning we headed to Walmart for her nail appointment. While she did that I wandered around and worked on the list she had put together. I found a Wahl hair/beard trimmer kit for $39.97. I figured since Mom was the one bitching about my beard she wouldn’t mind me getting a good one. I’ve had two rechargeable ones that had crapped out after a few years so I made sure this one was corded for AC power. I also bought some colored Pilot G-2 07 gel pens. I still haven’t made a single mark in that new journal I bought a year ago when I was out here, so maybe the new pens will inspire me.

Soon after getting home it was 101 degrees outside. 10:30 am, time to call it a day. They are predicting 105 for tomorrow.

Fucking TV. I’m eventually going to have to be rude and bail out of the living room.

Anyway, I’ll be sitting right here for a bit.