Crunching Time
I had another pork chop sandwich this morning, and also brought leftover chicken for lunch. All of the food is going bad faster than I can eat it, and still, no one comes to my aid. Things have been heating up, on top of the stress from generally losing time. Everything feels like it’s just going faster and faster, except for the afternoons which feel like an eternity stuck in a chair.
The drive home wasn’t any better, since I was stuck for miles behind people refusing to drive above the speed limit as they passed other, even slower people. Luckily we got to town just in time to grab a frozen treat at Taco Bell before therapy. I had my poem assignment done and felt pretty okay about it, though it didn’t really seem to have a purpose for our own personal needs. We had a decent session though, and hopefully Summer has finally seen that her job has created a lot of the stress we’ve both been fighting.
After therapy, I stopped by Stoby’s for a birthday discount on some cheese dip, which we shared at home before heading to Point Remove to try and use my expiring discount there as well. I rode the Onewheel, and she followed in the Model Y for a while, but then left us at Phoenix. Muad’Dib did fantastic though, and we got a ton of smiles as we rolled into the bar.
We shared some wings and drinks and had a good time. Muad’Dib got lots of pets, and then we ran into more trouble when we closed our tab. For the second time, we were unable to use my $40 bonus card. The bartender tried to make it right by giving us her 50% discount, but didn’t realize my card was a dollar amount. She thought she was giving us an additional 10% off, but in fact, it was only about half of my card’s value.
I drove us home, then took Muad’Dib for a run to my parents’ house because he wanted to see Grandpaw. He was at church, so we visited with Mom briefly before heading back to the house. I unpacked some Vine stuff, and then it was a rush to get to bed.
Tax season shouldn’t be so stressful.