… are bad blogdays. Once the kids are launched, either I’m tidying the house before the cleaning lady comes (I know, cleaning for the cleaning lady sounds silly, but I neeeed her to vacuum my floor and she can’t if it’s covered with clothes and Legos) and dashing off to pick up DrBob from the airport, or I have to catch a train. Then I work, then I go home tired and feeling like my brain is melting. My coworkers are wonderful, and I’m really lucky to have this job, but right at the moment there’s not a lot of variety in it, so after 3 hours I’m ready to scream – and I still have another 3 hours to go.
So I’m going to come up with some sort of cop-out theme for Fridays, like a youtube video or a link or something that doesn’t require a lot of effort, because I’ m just not up to it after a day like that.
Song du jour of the day: Pretty Fly for a Rabbi, by Weird Al Yankovic.