personal

It never seems to fsil: my parents go away, I tske some time off, and my allergies kick into hyperdrive. The Claritin seems to be helping — last year I tried Allegra and got rather antsy because of it — but not nearly 100%. (It’s also not completely antsy-feelings free.) Oh well, at least it didn’t rain again.

Beyond the allergy meds, I made trips to the bank and post office, making this sonething like a red letter day since Saturday. I mean, I read — books, comics, Kaleidotrope submissions — and did the laundry and dishes, but this hasn’t been a staggeringly successful time off or anything.

The dog is wondering what I did with the people he likes more than me.

It rained today. And then it rained and rained and rained some more. With a little rain afterward just to change things up.

These aren’t exactly the days off I had envisioned.

Did I mention how much it rained?

The weekend went by in something of a blur, in no small part because the dog and I are on our lonesome for a while, with my parents on vacation in Italy. I’m taking some time off myself, though hopefully the rest will be more productive days than the past two. I’ve watched a fair amount of television — Community ended on a really high note, making creator Dan Harmon’s unceremonious firing all the more stinging — and the pleasant but unexciting movie Diamond Men. But that’s been about it. Mostly, I’ve just been looking over an antsy dog.

It is, in a word, Friday. Which, in some more words, means it’s the weekend. And that, and let’s just throw a whole bunch of more words at this now, makes me exceptionally happy.

There were almost inexcusable levels of Thursdayness happening today, especially in the morning for some reason. But now it’s nearly Friday, which means it’s very nearly the weekend, and that makes me happy.