the mid-week meh

Tuesday night: house work until collapse. Wednesday night: work work, late into the night.

M'boy: not presently driving me to consider violent crime - he even got up early today - but must he whine about the kale in his kale scramble with (fresh) garlic & parmesan? Sheesh. I do my best to get vegetables into him, but he doesn't make it easy. Oh well, that's my lunch for tomorrow made.

This weekend: vile weather and all the social. If all goes as planned I'll get to see Grenade. I'm practicing batting my eyelashes in anticipation.