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Took tomorrow off for the hell of it. We have "PTO" and "Holiday Pay," and I have about 45 hours of each. The PTO will roll over if I don't use it at the end of the year, but the Holiday Pay is use it or lose it, so I'm going to start using it.
I could just take a week off, and call it a day, but I prefer using it in increments. I'll save one day to be off on my birthday, but otherwise, I'ma take a day here and there. It seems weird to take a week off and not have anywhere to go anyhow. As soon as it's safe, though, Jess and I are getting out of town for a long weekend. Maybe Philly again. I have been craving the French onion soup at Parc Restaurant. That was our last big hurrah before *gestures* everything.
I need to try the two French bistros in Baltimore at some point. They may be almost as good as Parc, but they're in the city and that's a pain in the ass for this suburban girl. Maybe next payday.
I'm hoping for my day off that I'll be able to get unstuck on this frigging fic. I need to plot out the next few scenes, but it's hard to do that in the mornings before work. My brain is not that active then, and posting a daily update is about the limits of my braincells. Plus, there's the knowlege that Dad is going to want to get up at some point, and listening for him to stir is distracting.
Yesterday was a Covid-fatigue day. I barely got through work, then of course when I tried to take a nap after, my brain was a jackass and wouldn't let me sleep. I feel a little better today, so that's a bonus. I've got a training to do today, so I need a little focus.
Politics ahead for those who don't care/want to see it.
I've been having a lot of anxiety about the election. I'm honestly terrified of another 4 years of Trump, and all the polls won't convince me, since they had Hillary winning, too. Until the election is done, and he's conceded, I won't relax. I can only expect that it's going to get worse the closer we get. Hopefully, if Biden wins, he has a copy of that pandemic playbook Trump discarded. I think we're going to need it.
I could just take a week off, and call it a day, but I prefer using it in increments. I'll save one day to be off on my birthday, but otherwise, I'ma take a day here and there. It seems weird to take a week off and not have anywhere to go anyhow. As soon as it's safe, though, Jess and I are getting out of town for a long weekend. Maybe Philly again. I have been craving the French onion soup at Parc Restaurant. That was our last big hurrah before *gestures* everything.
I need to try the two French bistros in Baltimore at some point. They may be almost as good as Parc, but they're in the city and that's a pain in the ass for this suburban girl. Maybe next payday.
I'm hoping for my day off that I'll be able to get unstuck on this frigging fic. I need to plot out the next few scenes, but it's hard to do that in the mornings before work. My brain is not that active then, and posting a daily update is about the limits of my braincells. Plus, there's the knowlege that Dad is going to want to get up at some point, and listening for him to stir is distracting.
Yesterday was a Covid-fatigue day. I barely got through work, then of course when I tried to take a nap after, my brain was a jackass and wouldn't let me sleep. I feel a little better today, so that's a bonus. I've got a training to do today, so I need a little focus.
Politics ahead for those who don't care/want to see it.
I've been having a lot of anxiety about the election. I'm honestly terrified of another 4 years of Trump, and all the polls won't convince me, since they had Hillary winning, too. Until the election is done, and he's conceded, I won't relax. I can only expect that it's going to get worse the closer we get. Hopefully, if Biden wins, he has a copy of that pandemic playbook Trump discarded. I think we're going to need it.
