My brother is off work today.

When he’s off work, we tend to have this routine.
Wake up – go to the gym – eat somewhere – and then catch Pokémon downtown.
(  Yes, he plays to.   Actually, he got me to start playing.  I got Jason to start playing.   It’s like an infection.)

For the past week or so, my baby bro has been kind of worn down.  He’s been wheezing a bit.  We think it’s sinus problems and he doesn’t take to the heat to well.  Blonde hair, blue eyed, and pale, he apparently has the same type of aversion to 90+ degree weather as Jason my sister does.

Thin skinned – all of them.  =)

So, instead of heading out this morning, I suggested we stay in and he get some sleep.   Oddly enough, baby bro agreed and headed back to his room.   Usually, when I make suggestions like that, he insists that he’s ‘fine’ and wants to keep up our routine.  Macho thing maybe?

Whatever it is, he makes me feel like a fool for being concerned about his health.    This time, however, he agreed and now I’m kind of at a loss on how to handle the day.

At one point, I’ll certainly go out or at least walk up the street.   I need to spin a stop, at the very least.  This is the very last day of my current class, but I think most of the 911 students have been handled.   Course, I’m not sure about the co-instructor, but I’m all caught up.
—  Right now, she’s got about 15 ungraded assignments and I know there will be more on the way.   The oldest is about a week old….   It drives me nuts to have something that old.   I know it’s on her, but it still really irritates me.

I don’t think it’s respectful to have assignments out that long, especially when it’s a rough draft of the final that was due….  wait for it… yesterday.
Yep! That student is going to do really well.

So, here I am, messing around.

By-the-by, that 6 year-old boy was found yesterday about a mile or two from where his mother stopped paying attention to him.   —  I refuse to say the river took him.  It’s not the river’s fault.
——   Oddly, all of the weird emotions I experienced over it are gone.  Poof.
I’m pretty good at that.
If something external make me feel odd, I tend to tie it up in a bow and push it way back in the mental filing cabinet.   I know it’s there, but it doesn’t matter, just like the House.  It sucked.  It’s gone.  It doesn’t matter.

It’s nearly 11am and I’ve done petty eating wise.   Two low fat eggos, a cup of milk with some protein powder, and a kind bar.    I’m guessing that’s about 400 calories of which is mostly protein.  I can handle that.

—  No, I did not wish Bill a happy Father’s Day or sign some card someone got him.
He’s not my dad.

–  I did bring him White Castle.

Okay, I’m heading out.

Bye.