August 13th, 2020

mood - pooped puppy: angstchic

Too tired to be coherent

My day did not go as planned. I don't know why I ever expect they will. I had all these things I needed to get done this afternoon after I got home from work. Then, Craig walks in just as I'm getting started and says, "Wanna do a Costco run?"

Two hours later...

Then, we sat down to eat, which meant Craig wanted to watch the last three hours of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm a little sad that there won't be anymore. This season was so much fun. But I'm pleased with what we got, and hey, there's always fanfic.

But that means that it's now 9:30 and I barely have the energy to make a post, let alone work on my galley, or do some mod stuff that's overdue, or - god forbid - actually write something. I'll have to get to the mod stuff in the morning, hopefully, because I work tomorrow afternoon.

Also, all my jeans are getting tight so I've decided to get another fitness tracker and start moving. I have to do something.

Oh, and this week has been totally preoccupied with dog adoption applications for me. I've been wanting another one for a while, and Craig finally caved about a month ago. I've been looking around at all the rescues, but it wasn't until this week that I finally saw one that made me want to pull the trigger on applying. He's a 3 y/o boxer/mastiff mix, and I'm absolutely in love. Which is bad if we don't get him. So please keep your fingers crossed for me.