In other news, it's Friday, thank GOD. I'm really loving my job, but holy heck I'm tired. Like, falling asleep in the chair in the waiting room at the dentist at 2:30 in the afternoon, tired. No cavities though. I'm learning a ton - about proprioception and brushing and joint compressions and heavy work and play therapy and zones of regulation and therabands and sign language. The differences between OT and PT and what they and SLP (through the ESS and in keeping with the SIP and the DIP) can do for our kids. And what they can't. Even when they really want to.
It's Harvest time. Hubs and a couple of his man-friends have gone to see the shows tonight. I mainly want to go to bed, but there's supposed to be some wicked Northern Lights action around midnight. Rollo and I will do our best to stay awake. The kids are long snoozin. Maybe some sweet paranormal vampire romance novel action will pass the time. I had to dig out my furry Merrils to take the dog out tonight, so my hopes for one more last gasp Indian Summer type deal are pretty much dashed.
In 2 weeks, I'll be 35. I'm fine with that, obviously, but at the same time I kind of feel like it's significant. It rounds up, right? I'd like to do something, but I don't know the first thing about planning any kind of event beyond ... like supper at Papa John's, so that's fairly limiting. Thoughts?
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