Work: nothing going on. Seriously, I cruise the internet all day and I’m nearly done with a book that I started over a year ago. Tax dollars at work. But, hey, our client can’t get its act together so I’m taking up space and that’s it. Only 38 working days to go.
Car: dying a slow death by crappy transmission. I thought Hondas were supposed to go, go, go until they spontaneously combust at age 4,000. Yeah, not Accords from 2003 with over 140K on them. I know. It has a ton of miles on it and it should be tired by now.
Garden: finally figured out it was the crows eating all the tomatoes. The netting has completely stopped that and I harvested 6 tomatoes last night.
Education: am so tired of correcting people about the degree (DEGREE–a freaking degree program that’s 60 credit hours, for the love of God) that I’m working on. It is not a PhD and it is not a certificate. I’ve just stopped correcting people. Because most everyone who is confused are at work and I’ve explained it 50 bazillion times. And, like I said there are 38 working days left.