Work is pretty terrible at the moment, and I'm worried. There's stuff going wrong that needs to be fixed, and the fixing needs to be done by folks WAY above my pay-grade, and I'm not sure that those in the position to do the fixing Have A Plan, which is nerve-wracking for us peons. Completely unrelated to the previous, but also making work unpleasant: the underboob rash is back.
I'm also a bit worried about Chigger, whose oddities are starting to look like symptoms of something sinister, or maybe I just worry too much.
One bright spot of late is that while at work I recently received a text from Hotter: CAUGHT THAT LITTLE WHITE MOTHERFUCKER! Rabbit #4's reign of terror ended peacefully and 4 has joined 1, 2, and 3 in plotting their next shenanigans from the safety of their pen.
The MFA Children are mostly ready to go back to school, and I am ready for them to stop eating three meals a day at home, because GOOD LORD, THE GROCERIES. Of course, the school fees are pretty terrible, and then there's supplies, and clothes, and...someone fetch me my smelling salts.
This morning I woke up and fired up my craptop to find a message from a long-lost half-sibling who had tracked me down on social media. SURPRISE!