Not real sure what I'll be doing this weekend.
I *need* to get my taxes together (but that sucks), get the house ready for Mom's arrival on Friday (but that sucks) and generally do a trash run around here (but that sucks).
Oh, and the ever-present, never-ending, always-growing pile o'laundry. I truly need a houseboy/cabana boy.
How useful would it be to have someone do my laundry, pick up my house, do my shitwork for me while I'm at work, so I can come home and just take a moment to relax. Wow. Now I'm thinking like a 1950s suburban dad. Dear Lord. This blog has come off the rails.
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In family news, it appears that my cousin's wife has yet again gone off her meds for bipolar disorder. This is not good news, friends, as they have two very young children. Oy.
In other family news, my great-uncle Glenn passed away this past Sunday night. He and my Aunt Vera were married for 65 years. He's suffered from alzheimers for a few years now, so it is nice to think he is at peace. Godspeed, Uncle Glenn.
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Not much else to report, I'm just living as me.
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