No News Is Good News?
The wife had a meeting this morning, which is standard for one of her organizations on Tuesdays, so she was up and gone early, which left me snoozing until the Yorkie woke me shortly before noon. I guess I was more wiped out by yesterday's time spent driving than I realized. I'd left my iPhone on the nightstand, but the power was so low that the alarm never sounded. Not sure what's up with that, as it had more than half a charge last night, but whatever, it wasn't like I was late to work or anything, y'know?
I went through my usual web routine, then dressed and loaded up the recycling stuff to drop off while I ran to Best Buy. I'd pretty much decided to blind buy Slumdog Millionaire, since I like the director and the film got almost across the board praise.
I dropped of the recycling, then picked up my movie and a few burritos for lunch. I spoke to both Robbb and the wife on the phone while I was out, Robbb to catch up and the wife to let her know where I was and my plans to be back home soon if she needed anything.
I visited with her, caught up on the morning, then she wanted to try and catch a nap, as her sleep has been fitful at best recently, for obvious reasons. I chilled in the den and watched some Will And Grace while I ate, then hopped online to send a review over the Skinny for the site.
The wife ended up having to deal with several calls, the upshot of which remains that we're stalling the MIL, because the hospital wants to try and secure an affidavit to keep her there for the time being, as her behavior is still erratic and not something they feel she can deal with on her own. We'll see how this goes, and the wife is just taking it one day at a time. The Middle Sister is the only one who doesn't want to play ball on this idea, but she's also the same one who has checked herself out of countless treatment facilities in the past, before we got around to her current setting of 'normal'. Personally, I don't think that she's cool with the idea because if the family suddenly starts committing the crazy members, her ass could be next if she twists off here in a few months.
The wife headed out to an evening meeting in spite of all of her own drama, and I decided to take the Yorkie for a walk, which she seemed really enthused about, so that was cool. The wife had left her order for Chinese for dinner, so I picked that up, along with a little something fro myself, putting hers in the microwave to keep until she got home.
I ended up watching some random television instead of anything I should be watching, either for review or to return to those rental throttling pricks at Netfux. Oh well.
The wife got home early, spent some more time working the phone tree to let everyone know what's up right now, then she ate and we visited about our respective days before she headed to the bedroom to crash while I wrote this junk up.
And before I go, I have a favor to ask all of you kids: Bubs' Eldest, Dystopia, or Nora O'Sullivan to the rest of the world, she placed rather well in the first round of the Fangoria Spooksmodel competition, and now there's another round of voting that I'd like to ask that you participate in. This round you have to check your e-mail, then click on a confirmation link, but everyone is on the web for half their workday anyway, so what's it going to hurt ya, right? They also mention that you can only vote once, so don't try any funny stuff and get your vote voided, unless you're exceptionally clever, okay? Don't fuck around unless you know you can get away with it.
I'm out, kids.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Yorkie, iPhone, Errands, Shopping, Recycling, Movies, Slumdog Millionaire, Bu-ray, Lunch, Television, Will And Grace, Family Drama, Netflix, Fangoria Spooksmodel, Contests