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No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
Sep. 4th, 2023 07:57 pmIf the weekend was any indication, this is going to be a rough week. I've been in a bad mood for a couple of days, and the upcoming anniversary of Mom's death isn't going to make things any better.
Thursday morning was good, at least. Took care of some errands early in the day, and yay for even that activity. I'll take what I can get, I guess. Sent out some resumes on Friday.
Saturday, I was in a haze most of the day, until a cousin's party in the late afternoon. Bob's a few years older than me, and we have next to nothing in common, but we've always gotten along swimmingly. So, he's throwing this big to-do, and I went. Lots of food, some people I knew, and for the most part, it was a good time. Could have done without the expectation that I would entertain and/or babysit one of Dad's friends while he was doing his social butterfly thing, but I don't do mindless small talk with my friends, much less some random twit.
Sunday, I let a small frustration well up and really do a number on me, and that's been happening far too often. Napped it out.
Today, I got to mostly be by myself, because the other real option was to go to the lake. On Labor Day. With ten or a dozen other people, and fuuuuuck that. Read a couple hundred pages of a Night's Black Agents supplement, and that was nice.
Thursday morning was good, at least. Took care of some errands early in the day, and yay for even that activity. I'll take what I can get, I guess. Sent out some resumes on Friday.
Saturday, I was in a haze most of the day, until a cousin's party in the late afternoon. Bob's a few years older than me, and we have next to nothing in common, but we've always gotten along swimmingly. So, he's throwing this big to-do, and I went. Lots of food, some people I knew, and for the most part, it was a good time. Could have done without the expectation that I would entertain and/or babysit one of Dad's friends while he was doing his social butterfly thing, but I don't do mindless small talk with my friends, much less some random twit.
Sunday, I let a small frustration well up and really do a number on me, and that's been happening far too often. Napped it out.
Today, I got to mostly be by myself, because the other real option was to go to the lake. On Labor Day. With ten or a dozen other people, and fuuuuuck that. Read a couple hundred pages of a Night's Black Agents supplement, and that was nice.