Frankly? I’m exhausted.
(I’m sorry, I know my recent posts have been in something of a negative tone, but this has been a BRUTAL week!)
I declared today No-Drama Day.
I probably shouldn’t have done that.
Have you ever noticed when you declare No-Whatever Day, that specific thing seems to come out in full force?
Umm . . . yea.
Logan-butt drama came up (he’s still MIA). More tire drama (is being fixed now . . . sorta.) And of course WORK drama (damn copier still isn’t working right).
Some of it’s gotten itself worked out.
Apparently when I hit the MASSIVE pothole, I bent my rim. (Loverly!) They’re ordering a new rim for me and replacing the tire on it. And their going to do an alignment check to make sure I didn’t screw up anything else. (*sigh*)
Work drama . . . hopefully has been fixed. The copier guy came and fixed . . . another part . . . for the second day in a row. Hopefully it’s working for real now.
Logan-butt drama . . . that’s going to take a while. I’m going to head down to the Richmond shelter to see if someone turned him in there. If he’s there, I’m going to have them re-home him.
I’d love to take him home, but our house is SO much more peaceful since he’s been gone. I hate to disrupt that. The Italian and I are even fighting less!
If he’s not there . . .
I’m heading over to there apartment complex and look for him myself. If I find him, I’m taking him to the shelter (it is a no-kill shelter) and have them find a new home for him.
He’s NOT going back to those people. Sorry. Not gonna happen.
On the other hand . . .
I AM SO SO SO looking forward to bootcamp tonight. I’m hoping we get to hit things. I don’t think we will though.
Okay, I’m off to wrap up work, trade cars with Papa Italian and head off to bootcamp to blow off some steam. (He’s threatened burpies! Grrrrrr!)