I'm tired, so I don't wanna go to the gym, but that'll make me more tired...
The kidlet's school football team lost again last night. This time, though, it was a respectable loss, as the competing team was only a couple touchdowns ahead. After hubby spent the first quarter trying to wrap my mind around downs, I was finally able to follow the game, mostly. I think one must either be born watching football, or carry a thick encyclopedia around to consult every time some weird-ass rule gets triggered. (Or go to a game with the human version of said encyclopedia!)
No one got to bed till midnight or later. This is why the HS football games (most of 'em) are played on Fridays. Also, the rain at games will probably only stop when freezing weather arrives--and even then it'll stick around a while to torture everyone. Hubby will pay the extra six bucks so we can sit under the eaves of the press box. He may not realize it yet, but he will.
Yesterday the school I was at played patriotic music between classes, instead of the usual pop rock that acts as the bell. They also put a memorial wreath out front, which was nice. But I didn't like the music. It's like they were saying that you're supposed to be more American today than other days. Kinda like only being religious on Sundays. But I don't think anyone woulda gotten it, if I'd expressed that thought, so I kept my mouth shut.
I'm doing yoga this afternoon, the first Saturday yoga I've done in months. I don't even know what teacher they're using now. Hopefully it'll be someone worthwhile. Over the past six months to a year, the quality of the new instructors they're hiring has just gone so far down you can see the underside of China.
Lots of laundry to do today, including rewashing a load that I never took out of the washer because I was working so much, so now it's all funky. Someone needs to invent the washing machine that dries everything after the spin cycle.
Butch was licking the floor a few minutes ago. Not like he'd been sniffing something out of the carpet and found it, but... I don't know about this dog sometimes. He was just lying there, asleep, and all of a sudden his tongue starts coming out and licking. I'd make carpet munching jokes, except that he's neutered and it wouldn't apply. Maybe he gets that awful morning taste in his mouth too, and that's his version of mouthwash.
There are fibromyalgia pressure points behind my collar bone. I've been learning about them intimately lately. I want to hook my thumbs under my collar bone and pull to try and stretch it out, but alas, bones aren't flexible.
Not yet done with Hippolytus, but am totally unimpressed with the title character. Misogynists are not hero material for me, but then there's Aphrodite, the bane of all woman-haters. I like her style, even though she was responsible for Phaedra's suicide. Nice note, though. There's a woman who knows how to get hers. It strikes me that most of these women--with the exception of Antigone--are the sort of sly, underhanded Desperate Housewives type of gals that I usually despise. But I'm totally relishing their evil ways, because their victims always get what they deserve. (Kinda like those ladies who put superglue to good use recently...)
At the same time as I'm reading these ancient Greek plays, I'm also reading the Olympians series by Rick Riordan. Yeah. I'm thinking it might be time to defuse with a good action movie before too long, before I start seeing gods and demigods on every street corner.
Or maybe I have to change that tag to "i am a hopeless greek"...
No one got to bed till midnight or later. This is why the HS football games (most of 'em) are played on Fridays. Also, the rain at games will probably only stop when freezing weather arrives--and even then it'll stick around a while to torture everyone. Hubby will pay the extra six bucks so we can sit under the eaves of the press box. He may not realize it yet, but he will.
Yesterday the school I was at played patriotic music between classes, instead of the usual pop rock that acts as the bell. They also put a memorial wreath out front, which was nice. But I didn't like the music. It's like they were saying that you're supposed to be more American today than other days. Kinda like only being religious on Sundays. But I don't think anyone woulda gotten it, if I'd expressed that thought, so I kept my mouth shut.
I'm doing yoga this afternoon, the first Saturday yoga I've done in months. I don't even know what teacher they're using now. Hopefully it'll be someone worthwhile. Over the past six months to a year, the quality of the new instructors they're hiring has just gone so far down you can see the underside of China.
Lots of laundry to do today, including rewashing a load that I never took out of the washer because I was working so much, so now it's all funky. Someone needs to invent the washing machine that dries everything after the spin cycle.
Butch was licking the floor a few minutes ago. Not like he'd been sniffing something out of the carpet and found it, but... I don't know about this dog sometimes. He was just lying there, asleep, and all of a sudden his tongue starts coming out and licking. I'd make carpet munching jokes, except that he's neutered and it wouldn't apply. Maybe he gets that awful morning taste in his mouth too, and that's his version of mouthwash.
There are fibromyalgia pressure points behind my collar bone. I've been learning about them intimately lately. I want to hook my thumbs under my collar bone and pull to try and stretch it out, but alas, bones aren't flexible.
Not yet done with Hippolytus, but am totally unimpressed with the title character. Misogynists are not hero material for me, but then there's Aphrodite, the bane of all woman-haters. I like her style, even though she was responsible for Phaedra's suicide. Nice note, though. There's a woman who knows how to get hers. It strikes me that most of these women--with the exception of Antigone--are the sort of sly, underhanded Desperate Housewives type of gals that I usually despise. But I'm totally relishing their evil ways, because their victims always get what they deserve. (Kinda like those ladies who put superglue to good use recently...)
At the same time as I'm reading these ancient Greek plays, I'm also reading the Olympians series by Rick Riordan. Yeah. I'm thinking it might be time to defuse with a good action movie before too long, before I start seeing gods and demigods on every street corner.
Or maybe I have to change that tag to "i am a hopeless greek"...