I just want to write something. Probably nothing good.
This weekend’s going to be shot from the get-go, so whatever happens won’t be then!
S has glasses home show in Palmer this weekend and wants us to come support. My soul is doing that thing it does where it 1. Recoils 2. Starts reminiscing about goat shows from childhood 3. Considers being trapped in Palmer for a day that 💯 will involve taking care of Leels somewhere with lots of hazards, nil kid friendly stuff, and a bunch of people I have to mask normal around (but I guess that’s everywhere always really), and 4. Will get NO homework done as a result.
I’m a goddamn delight of a spouse! Hmph.
24 hours later update: it’s fine, of course. We’ve mostly been out and about - not on the trade show floor all that much. And almost everyone’s been lovely. Being in Palmer is like sitting on the mountains’ laps.
Life…uh…finds a way. 🏔️
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