| Crashing headlong into reality is tough.
Yesterday was supposed to be 82 and sunny. We got cool, cloudy and sprinkles half the day. Summer ended with a whimper. But you should check out my flower pictoral before they are all gone, Its a good moment of zen.
I have to have Jake out of here by 7:30, Mike out by 8:00 and me by 8:30, in what is going to be our new routine. Thursdays my start time is later. They are both nervous, hell Mike is probably scared shitless, I suppose. Its going to be weird, usually if he was working, he'd be gone by 5 or so, and if he was off, he'd still be sleeping when we left. I see dueling bathroom time in my future. I know, the least of my worries, but the least is the only amusing part about this, so there it is.
I'm going to have to get up at 5 myself (though I often do anyway) just to have my 15 minutes of peace and quiet to write a morning post. The good boss is being a gem about them changing his chemo to Wednesdays ~ I can work Mondays & Fridays for her. Chemo day I have to be there all 4 hours. They do have wifi, though. The benadryl infusion will probably knock him out the 1st 2 hours.
Ok, its 6:33, and neither one of them got up with their alarms. (6 and 6:15) They know I will wake them, so they turn them off. I hate being the nag, but what else can I do, let them blow off school and radiation? If I don't come they'll sleep until 10.
Gah. Nag-role by force. Hate it.
Talk to you later, friends. Be my brain today, play nice with one another and kick some political ass, mmmmk?
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