Friday...Blah

So I made the seemingly epic journey to work today. I was actually surprised that I made it the entire way (a whole seven miles this week) without feeling sick once. So far the day has been pretty mediocre. I devoured a Big Mac at lunch and most of a medium order of French fries before the message reached my brain that my stomach was on the verge of exploding. Self inflicted agony was to follow along with a fast food grease coma. But other than that, week twelve seems to be starting out good.

Today I had an epiphany. I have come to the conclusion that 60% of Friday at work is useless. A typical Friday for me consists of 50% of my time being devoted to thinking about what I'm going to do when I get off from work and the other 10% is spent thinking about thinking about being off work. The other 40% that is devoted to work is usually work that could have been done on one of the other four days that week. Seriously, working Fridays is useless. But, I'll endure for the sake of a paycheck.

My most recent hill to climb is facing Sam's second deployment. Last year it seemed to take forever for the day to arrive. I think the excitement and anxiety about it made time creep by. However, this time it is threatening to blow through our lives like a freight train, which would be good if the rest of it would go equally as fast. But it won’t. I’m just panicking a little bit because I know there are so many things that I need to do and I need for him to do before he leaves. Between being sick, working, and being 10 hours behind in my master’s classes with finals in one week, I just can't seem to find the time to make a list for either of us. There are a few things that will be on the top of the list. I have expressed a need for a thorough cleaning of the litter box. That is a number one priority since I’m going to have to start cleaning it everyday to avoid toxoplasmosis (basically, use rubber gloves when cleaning the litter box, don’t eat cat poop, don’t eat things with your hands after touching cat poop, and don’t eat cold lunch meat. Yea, that’s right! Makes you look at a sandwich in a whole new light. You can get the same infection from lunch meat as you can from kitty poop.). He also needs to clean the ring around the bathtub since he's the only one who takes a bath in our house. Yes, I bathe! But I prefer my bathing in the shower where you don't sit in a puddle of your own dirt and oils. I just can't see how that is really considered bathing. But I digress.

I am making every effort to get Christmas on time. I only have shopping to do for a few other people. But, Christmas cards are definitely on the back burner this year. I plan to get them done, but I can't make any promises. Sorry.

I guess that is all for today. Nothing exciting really happened. If something occurs between now and bedtime I’ll update, but I’m pretty boring in the evening. It usually goes something like this. Walk in the door, find more comfortable clothes while shedding mine all over the floor (in about four different rooms, I know I’m talented), plopping down on the couch to watch the news, Wheel of Fortune, and whatever other television program I’m addicted to that day, and then Sam comes home, I whine for dinner, he provides, I eat and pass him my plate, he does the dishes, I continue watching TV until 9:30 or 10 and then it’s bed time. Sounds great doesn’t it. Did I mention I have a large lump in my throat threatening to eject my stomach contents the whole time? But seriously, Sam is a good husband for all that he’s been putting up with lately.