See, this sounds like a that never happened story, but also I know you and rural/semi-rural Idaho and this 1000% happened.

It's been about 4 weeks since the busy season started and about 4 weeks until it ends. I might die, but I've only had 2 breakdowns and no thoughts of quitting without notice, so I guess it's going well this year.

I'm two months behind tracking my reading this year. Mostly that's fine, but also I'm a little stressed because I like having a complete record in my spreadsheet. My reading is mostly digital though, so I'll be able to consult Libby and Amazon to figure it all out when I have some down time.

"Your partner's family is going to be a little freaked" So will the medical community at large.

I'm feeling in community with humanity today. As I left the restaurant, I eat lunch at every Sunday before going to a bookstore, I passed another woman sitting alone reading her kindle. And now I'm in line at one of the few soda shops open Sundays and there's 4 cars in front of me.

My stuff is in my apartment. It's not organized or unpacked. But it's not in the garage anymore.

I'm back in my apartment after the flood a couple weeks ago. All my things are in the garage still because I'm also working 16 hours a day right now.

I had plans to reread the cosmere this next couple months. But maybe I'll just reread the romantic suspense series instead.

Why the hell an I awake.

Can this year end. Please. We're not even to the busiest busy work season and I've had a car destroyed, my apartment flooded twice, roommate drama. I'm so over it.