Yesterday was a very strange day. It felt like there was a black cloud over everything, nothing was right, everything was sad, I had a total meltdown because Bear is having some health issues and I just lost my shit – I’m normally the cockeyed optimist but this day was just wrong from start to finish.

I ordered a prayer journal from Amazon. It was meant to be delivered yesterday. I got a message saying it had been delayed, right after I got a notice saying it was 10 stops away. Umm, well? It continued to show that it was delayed and would be delivered today, until it showed up at my back door and suddenly became “delivered.” We were checking every few minutes and laughing – so in spite of it being a cluster, thanks for lightening the mood, Amazon. (I’m not sure why they have that overnight delivery thing, it hardly ever happens)

My nephew, the recipient of my meltdown yesterday, is staying with us for a bit. (He’s an adult, so we actually have conversations and I don’t have to tell him to eat his vegetables) He’s a huge football fan, and his team – the Patriots – is playing in the Super Bowl. Consequently there are Super Bowl snacks in my kitchen, something that has never happened before. Okay, it’s only chips and dip, and cheese and crackers, and deviled eggs, but still. He’s really funny to watch during a football game, he is so into it, we just laugh. Bear is a football fan, I am not but this is just silly. Also, we will not be watching the Half Time show, I’m not into people who hate America. We’ll be watching the Turning Point show on YouTube.

So I have to have a meeting with the ass dean next week because apparently a student complained about something (Ass = assistant, by the way, but “ass” is more apt) I got an email on Tuesday evening telling me to meet with him on Wednesday morning. Umm, I don’t think so. One of the wonderful things about colleges is that they will demand you attend a meeting because of student complaints but refuse to tell you what those complaints actually are. I refused to attend, stating that I needed to know what this was about. After my third request for information was denied, I contacted my union rep. I was then told by the ass dean that “you don’t need a union rep.” Sweetheart, I’ve been around a long time, if you say I don’t need a union rep, I need a union rep So it’s been fun trying to co-ordinate schedules but it appears it may happen this week. Good, I might get a chance to vent my frustration with the way the curriculum has been gutted. Or, I might not have a job. Either way, I’m fine with it.

JoAnn fabrics used to sell a brand of yarn called Juicy Couture. I bought some once when it was on sale and made a crocheted puppy. It was stupid expensive, I got it on sale. Well, JoAnn is no longer with us, but Ollie’s apparently bought up their inventory. (If you don’t have an Ollie’s, I’m sorry. Their tag line is “good stuff cheap” and they live up to it!) Well. The nephew wanted to go look for some stuff, and you can always find stuff at Ollie’s, so I went along. And lo and behold! They have that yarn!!!!!!!1111 Well. I had no choice. (Okay I did but whatever) I got some to make another puppy And I’ve spent today talking myself out of going back for more. Nope, not doing it. But tomorrow is another day.

We’re in the midst of a deep freeze. Anyone who likes this weather needs their meds adjusted. This is nuts.