The Gaming Outpost

Thanks in part to a few interruptions, it was six in the morning by the time I managed to finish yesterday’s Tuesday workload. That’s not a complaint, just a fact; some of the interruptions were enjoyable, and other than sitting in the car waiting for my wife to come out of work (during which time I did some editing on those Romans study notes and caught a half hour nap) most of them were relatively brief.

It is now six at night, and a little after; I need to attend to the making of dinner, but I also see substantial activity on the forum, so I’ve got a few hours of work here, too.

The new car is now insured, but I need the proof of insurance papers; I hope to be able to print those tonight, because tomorrow the car goes for a tune-up, and the papers need to be in it. I had to pick up and order parts for that today.

There was a bit of a tiff here while I was asleep, apparently. That friend who so often helps my wife clean her house, who is staying with us at the moment (a situation that still has not been explained to me), decided early this morning to rearrange the living room. When my wife wandered out there bleary-eyed in search of her first cup of coffee, she was immediately distressed by the new arrangement, and blurted out something about it, which really upset the girl who had hoped, of course, that her vision of a better way to arrange the living room would have been seen as a wonderful improvement. There were apologies, and I think it’s been smoothed. The entire account makes me feel secretly better, because I am always distressed by the changes this girl makes around here, and always being told that I need to accept the things I don’t like because of how much help she is. So maybe I have a dark side there. As far as the living room goes, I don’t know whether it was put back as it was or whether I’m just not aware enough of that room (I rarely do more than pass through it) to realize that it has been altered.

I ought to be making myself more aware of the need to make dinner.

–M. J. Young