And he’s off…
Jason is off to some sort of governmental party that’ll keep him away for a couple of days.

I think it’s great that I know my tax dollars are being spent on shrimp cocktails and the Marriot.

But, honestly, I’m glad we have a couple of days apart… sort of.
Of course I’ll miss him even if it is just for a little over 48 hours but I feel like my life revolves around him sometimes.
I’m hoping this will remind me of how I was kicking butt before we started to permanently live together. I was writing, sleeping, and even eating to an extent. I read books and started to play games. I pet the Fluffy (a cat) and generally spent time in the sun.

All of that faded away quick. It wasn’t because anyone demanded that I change or placed restrictions on me. It’s just something I voluntarily did to myself and have semi-regretted it ever since. So, a break, no matter how little, might remind me of what I was doing when I felt like life was slowing getting back on track.

Course, class starts tomorrow and all of my self-good will is going to evaporate, especially after stress and b.s. from last term.

But I’ll take what I can get while being half envious of him.
He’ll be in Indianapolis. If I could have gone, I think I would have. Spending a couple of days in museums would do my poor artistic soul good while he did work stuff.

I just can’t be satisfied one way or the other.
The tired duplicity of the Gemini at work.

To launch off my first evening by myself, I had planned on going for a walk at sunset. Just a simple walk around the neighborhood but we had a kind of heart-to-heart and he left a little late for that. As compensation, I ate the DQ salad the little sister brought for him, picking around the highly processed bacon and hydronated oil pretending to be cheese. So, I had his salad and mine. Why not since it would have probably mushed before his return.

I’m going to finish this blog, shower, and read Dark Futures for a while before sleep.

Tomorrow is more than likely a gym day since I haven’t been since Monday.
– Although I’m sure that I fool a lot of people by dressing for the gym practically every day. I’ve just gotten to be that lazy and sloppy about how I dress.
For example, this morning I got up super early to take a couple of people to work before going to some appointments. It’s just more comfortable to wear yoga pants and an insanely huge shirt than jeans. Don’t tell anyone but I started to do a little white knight on the side.
There are some people at Cornerstone who are trying to pull their lives together. They have jobs but no transportation and I’ve been trying to help every now and then. I feel that it’s uncharacteristic of me but I’m not one to at least consider helping another – especially single mothers.

Okay.
So, gym.
I had talked myself into seeing Barbie since the HBO streaming debut has been delayed for infinity. Despite being out for nearly a month, Barbie pulled in over 10 million in the box office over Labor Day weekend. Warner decided to delay the streaming release in an attempt to make more money. I can’t blame them, honestly. It just makes me more curious as to how the movie is * still * pulling in that type of ticket money.

But the little sister invited me to a shrimp and chicken lunch. I’ll probably do that instead and, maybe, talk myself into an alcoholic beverage. That’s something I only allow myself once or twice a year and I’m overdue. I also have an itching desire to head to Kroger and buy all the Nestle Zero hot chocolate since it’s the best deal I’ve seen for any type of low calorie hot chocolate for a long time. I anticipate inflation and prominent supply chain issues coming up. The urgent feeling of ‘now or never’ about anything and everything is weighing in the back of my mind.

The evening will be dominated by Biden scholarship hopefuls on their first day of ENG101.
It’ll be interesting to see how many hours pass before I’m called a racist white b*itch as I was last term.
I don’t want that to happen, but we’ll see. I’m fairly apprehensive about this term given the complete sh** show of the last one.

Thursday is probably mowing.
I’ve also developed a deep desire to reorganize the closets and pantry. Stuff like that is far easier to accomplish when no one is around. But it’ll depend on the weather and how much the grass grows. Otherwise, maybe that’ll be movie day although Jason returns some time that evening. I’ll want to be here waiting for him.

Friday… hoping for a gym day, Mancino’s, and whatever. It’s almost feels like tradition, but we’ll see.
That’ll be Jason’s first day back and life will pivot to comply and accommodate him again. Or, at least, feel like it.

And that’s okay.
It’s my choice as being part of a relationship.

Given that it’s nearly 10, I need to shower if I want any type of quality reading time before the brain dies.
It’ll be nice to hide under the covers and read a book. I need to make the best use of the time I have.

Huzzah for the next couple of days.