I have completely forgotten what I was going to write about tonight. Work was okay today. It was nice having John there for the afternoon, even though he wasn’t very happy about it. Yes, he’s still sick. He seems to be doing slightly better (he’s not as dead on his feet), but he says he feels a little worse than yesterday. His project is due tomorrow, so he and Greg are trying to put the final touches on it. Then he can collapse. He can sleep in tomorrow and then come to work in the afternoon again. And then I will force him to rest all weekend. Hopefully, he’ll be better next week.
Ooh, the “Festivus” episode of Seinfeld is on. I’ve been watching a lot of TV this week. I only have a handful of shows that I DVR and watch regularly, but I really will watch almost anything that’s on. A handful? Let’s see. In no particular order, I watch True Blood, Fringe, 30 Rock, My Name is Earl, Heroes, The Mentalist, and Lost. I think that’s it. And Eureka. So it’s a handful and a half. Seven hours of TV a week, except that their seasons don’t all run at the same time. So it’s never more than six hours a week. John watches all of those shows with me except Fringe. And we tend to watch them on weekends, never live. So why have I been watching random TV every night this week? What’s wrong with my book?
It’s been raining all day, and every time we let the dogs out, we have to convince Roxy to leave the deck. She’ll stand in the middle of it, in the rain, but we can’t get her to go down the steps without going out there with her. And this last time we let her out, we couldn’t get her to come back in. When she finally decided she was ready, she was completely soaked. I just don’t understand this dog.
Maybe something will happen tomorrow and I’ll have something to write about. 🙂 Or maybe I’ll just be more focused and able to write something that isn’t boring. I’ll try harder. Tomorrow.