The Old Man and I have had a good Saturday. I fixed omelets for breakfast, which he loved and which made me happy. I did some cleaning in the kitchen and then made my weekly trip to the grocery store.
We had a treat for supper tonight - a dear friend at work, Ana, made a big batch of bowtie pasta with meat sauce for use. We ate it up like little piggies tonight.
Now we're ready to watch our beloved Reds play baseball. We hope they win, unlike their game last night.
I'm just thankful that I don't have to go back to the office until Monday morning. Things are a major frightmare at work with our humongous backorder situation that we have. It is truly a scheduler's nightmare. But I don't have to deal with it until Monday when I try (key word) to explain it to the coworker that I am training to take over all of my scheduling duties. Pray for me, America.
I am sorry to say that I am distracted once again, faithful readers. This time, it is for a real cause and not just because I was tired and didn't feel like posting.
A week and a half ago, I found out that one of my old dear best friend's has inoperable cancer. It has spread to every organ in his body. The doctors told him he would have six months without chemo, or maybe a year and a half with chemo. He chose to take the chemo.
Since I found this out, I haven't slept at all every night - thinking about my dear friend and his wife and two sons.
I don't know what else to say. He has an MRI scheduled for tomorrow see if the cancer has spread to his brain.
All the Old Man and I can do now is pray.
I had a surreal experience Monday morning on my way to work. I am still saying WTF???
I had a coupon for a free breakfast meal at McD's, so I stopped on my way to work. When I got to the window to pick up my order, I asked if I could have some ketchup and mustard. The worker, who I could clearly see had a major attitude about working, put two packets of ketchup in my bag. I politely asked "Could I have some mustard?" She looked at me, rolled her eyes, jerked her head a little and said "That ain't gonna happen." I kept looking at her as she went over to a co-worker. She told her, and I quote, "Bitch said she wants some mustard." I sat there in disbelief of what I was just called. The co-worker showed her where the mustard was, and she reluctantly got two packets and put them in my bag. I looked her straight in the eyes and said "thank you very much" and drove off, still in disbelief.
I didn't say anything to her because, #1, Jesus would not have been happy with what I would have said and done, and #2, I was still feeling a bit sick from my sinus infection.
In the worker's defense, if you call it that, I will give her credit for actually working, while so many other fast-food restaurants don't have enough workers. And she also had some kind of foot problem, because she was hobbling around wearing one of those big plastic boots.
But two days later, I am still saying WTF?
I was still feeling under the weather yesterday, but I am back among the living today. I don't feel like wrestling an alligator, but I feel better than I did this weekend. I still have some head congestion, but I don't want to gross you out with that.
I am not happy to say that once again, I've caught the Ohio Valley Crud. I've used two of our Covid test kits on Wednesday and yesterday and am negative, thank goodness. But have an annoying cough and head congestion. I don't really feel bad - just a bit tired. I stayed here at home all day today resting and napping and hope I will feel better tomorrow.
Stay tuned.
Aside from Christmas and Easter, today was my Sweet Mother's favorite holiday - April Fools Day. She would always get me at least 6 times during the day - even though I was fully aware it was April Fools Day. She sure was good at it. And she would have a good old belly laugh every time she would get me.
It would start from the moment I woke up until the time I went to bed. And like I said - some how, I guess I never expected my Sweet Mother to be such a cunning April Fool's person. But she sure was. And I sure miss it.
