Woohoo, FWM is getting closer to her visit with Mom!
It's a dreary, overcast start to the day. We had some massive, pounding downpours yesterday while I was at work. I was grateful though that they slowed while I left work and ran some errands so I didn't get caught in them. Then, more rain in the evening. The flowers on my balcony were appreciative.
No work for me today! YAY! I'm contemplating filing for partial UC. My hours for the last three weeks have slowly been cut down to just over half what I was getting the last three or four months. I'm thinking I should file so not sure why I'm hesitating.
Have a few errands to take care of today. Other than that, I'll be relaxing and puttering around the house.
Not sure. Maybe because some of those who went out in March are now back? Who knows. But going from nearly 40 hours a week down to 23 or 24 is a bit rough on the bank account now.
More people are going back to work, so the hours are shrinking.
Morning. Sun is out. Grasshoppers are screaming. Nothing is moving. Our real feel is already at 100. It's climbing.
It's a normal day. I'll try to get something done.
Happy Thursday.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Love the mask thing. Hilarious. Sent it to the BF.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.