...actually not a bad idea, Chappell. Not...not a bad idea at all.
It's all Project 2025 all the time now. MEGA SIGH. Bad timeline.
L had her last swim lesson tonight. I'll miss the warm balcony and getting to occasionally use the Seawolf gym during her lessons when it was available. I won't miss the bananas-level power struggle that ensued because her idea of a good time was to hang out in the sauna doing god-knows-what afterward. We've got a few weeks of break followed by ice skating again. If she had any interest in skiing she'd have the Alaskan trifecta going on.
Getting through this week by the skin of my teeth.
I, uh, completely spaced going to the Chinese New Year festival this year. That's how you know it's bad. Emails? I might or might not respond to those. Text you back? It depends. Chinese New Year? Oof.
Anyway.
Tomorrow: half-day, therapy, shoveling (I guess? That hasn't happened yet.), gym, homework (times a million),
Tonight: the separation anxiety cat on my lap, Bee and Puppycat, sleeping to dream, telling a tangential manager that I am not available tomorrow thank you for thinking of me.
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