Officially back in a rut.
Direct TV knocked out the internet and they're trying to get a technician out sometime this week (I'm currently using my phone as a hot spot -- again). This means we have limited Direct TV because it can't communicate, no Netflix, no Prime. Not usually a big thing, but I'm not feeling well and relaxing on the sofa with a TV distraction would be nice.
I have a virus (nasty throat ulcers all over and a big old headache that won't go away). I think this is a big part of EVERYTHING. I want to feel well. I want to NOT have something injured or hurting or sick.
Ziggy went to his new family but was acting a bit snarly -- waiting to see if this adoption holds.
Hubby wants at least a month break between fosters and we are arguing about it (on his birthday). He's also suggested doing something other than fostering. I'm upset -- super upset. I love fostering.
I have to put a smile on my face because it's his birthday. Fortunately, he'll be gone all afternoon golfing and I can hold a pity-party for myself. I don't want to argue on his birthday, but I also don't feel like pretending all is happy and well.
What is going on lately? I can't figure it out. Since I have nothing good to say, I'll stop here -- hah. No one likes a party pooper. Later gators.
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