We have come, my friends, to that Time of Year again. When all I want to do is hide in my house. No, I don’t want to go out. No, I don’t care if the sun just came up. As I left for work today at 7:30, it was eighty-three freaking degrees outside.
I ask you. Does that seem remotely reasonable?
It’s days like these that I miss having my summers off. Yeah, I was broke (two months without pay will do that) but I could sleep all day. The kid and I would get up in the afternoon, go swimming in the evening, stay up all night when it was nice, and sleep through the day each with a box fan on high a foot away from her head.
Reminding myself I love my job, I love my job…because I really do. That has nothing to do with my not wanting to leave my house.
Is it October yet?
Although…I did leave my house to see Wonder Woman. Three times.
GO SEE IT.