The plan was to blog on Thanksgiving and other Thursdays since. I only managed a couple of Tuesdays and a Friday. I was going to write a Thursday Doors post today, but alas, the day is more than half over and no post yet. I know I say time flies, frequently, but I’m seriously at a loss for how I got to this day and time.
I just did this, right? I know they put some kind of fancy photo-taking pseudo-scientist robot on Mars, but I think they also must have done something to the space-time continuum. November cannot be over already! Alas, my paper calendars (yes, plural) tell me ’tis true. November, like the Autumn that has morphed too quickly into Winter, I barely knew ye (and apparently, I barely knew old English because the first time I typed that, I wrote yee).
AND on top of everything else, I’m writing this post in the evening on November 30, when I meant to write it earlier today (or actually earlier this week then tidy today and post). *le sigh*
Anyway, let’s pause — seriously, is there a pause button for days/weeks/months? Can someone invent that, please? — and take a look back at the month just passed as it comes to an end.
What day is it? I was off yesterday so it can’t possibly be anything other than Monday, right? The stain on my shirt that I didn’t notice this morning until I was already at work and the wacky things that are happening make it feel like it’s Monday.
Unofficial Rorschach test results of my stain indicate it’s Australia, but it’s upside-down. Well, that just fits with the chaos of the day, which some nice person just told me is Thursday. Well, that’s good. That means tomorrow’s Friday and the weekend is just a sweaty summer day away!
Speaking of away, have you ever been around people whose every single thing they do turns into chaos? I feel like I’m circling the drain with them and trying to find something to hold on to. No! I’m Jack and/or Rose! And I’m on the back of Titanic waiting for it to submerge and I start kicking and kicking to get to safety. No wonder I’m exhausted.
How do people function like this? (Answer: they don’t.) Chaos should be a rare event, not a way of life, people. I’m too close to just sit back with a box of popcorn and watch. Must. Create. Distance.
Speaking of popcorn, check out some of the comedy stylings of Tig Notaro, she who’s comedy I enjoyed on my midweek day off yesterday. Sure, I America-d, since it was July 4th, but how much fun can one have knowing that normal bedtimes are in effect since work looms the very next day? Note to the holiday people: three-day weekend or not at all. AmIRight?
This random post brought to you by a midweek holiday that makes me confused about what day it is and chaos surrounding me that’s attempting to keep me from knowing which way is up.
Just. Keep. Laughing.
P.S. The shirt is black and the stain is only visible when I look down at myself, not in a mirror reflection, so there’s that.
Welcome to my weekly review of This Is Us. Today: Season 2, Episode 5, Brothers. (The reviews will include spoilers, so don’t read if you haven’t watched and don’t want to know what happens!) My reviews are based on a single viewing. If I were to watch several times, as I can obsess over my favorite shows (I’m looking at you, True Detective, Season 1), I might be even more insightful (or over Randall-ing it all). But I’d rather write my initial impressions than take time dissecting after many views. So…. Continue reading “This Is Us: Brothers”
Every person, every place starts in the same way — new, pristine (even if only for a minute). Some never change. Some improve. And some, well, this happens. I can’t help but wonder why. What’s the story?
Continue reading “#ThursdayDoors: A Door’s Story”