I call the last four school days The Week What Would Not End. And here we are at Finkday, and it’s still not over.

Calgon…

Lately, there has been much frustration in my world, on many fronts. Just about all fronts, actually. Good thing the Thriller provides comic relief, or I’d have likely committed some flavor of misdemeanor by now.

Why, why, why do we give others permission to do such damage to our brains and emotions, when we know darn good and well that the other party (the one doing the damage) is hardly affected at all? It’s the cruelest form of self-flagellation. I call a stop to it.

Know what I need to do? Spend tonight getting some work done, then have some fun tomorrow night with the Js at our sleepover. Instant therapy. Then Sunday, I need to cook; update the Comfort Foodie blog. I have three or four recipes in the queue, so it’s time to get on it. Cooking/baking always makes me feel better. Beats the heck out of wasting time bemoaning my fate — especially when my fate includes so many wonderful people and situations.

There. Done.

Hey, thanks for the texts, Facebook comments and emails about beau chien Rousseau. His surgery went well, and both tumors were successfully removed and sent to the lab. It was a distinct relief and pleasure to wrap his evening pain pill in some bread and feed it to him last night, after which I watched him slide into sleepyville. He’s still upstairs with the Thriller, sawing lumber. I hope he has a better day today.

I hope I do too. Oy.

Off we go, all of us. It’s almost the weekend! (even though it’ll never get here)

Fink, eternal optimist

Surgery Day, take 2.

When was the last time I turned off my reading light at 10:45, and the next thing I heard was my alarm at 5 a.m.? I honestly cannot remember.

Maybe that’s a good sign. It’s good for today anyway, since I’ll be at school till sundown.

So, it’s been a pretty stressful couple of weeks at school, and yesterday was no exception. The hits just keep on comin’. Issues lay unresolved — some for weeks on end — and they really need to rest. Adding to the stress was my annual evaluation by the principal. He was scheduled to observe one of my classes yesterday. So I told the high school choir, “The boss is coming. Look busy.”

We started rehearsal and he hadn’t arrived yet. Ten minutes in — no Mr. H. Twenty, thirty…by then, it was clear he wasn’t showing. Bummer! Get all gussied and ready, and the party’s a bust. (Turns out he was called upon last-minute to fill in for a teacher who was ill and had to leave. No biggy.) So we’re going to do it again on Friday.  What a way to end the week.

But hey, no worries. Thirty days from now…oh wait. Thirty days from today, I will have six school performances over a nine-day span.

Now that’s a first. I think I need to go back to bed……………………………….

I guess it was a success. I do feel less coughy. Rested? Meh. More ready to face my afternoon-long rehearsal today? Nah. Still, it was a good idea to stay quiet and not get into anything huge yesterday. I liked it.

I did, however, manage to do the following:

1. Devised a good plan for surviving the coming week
2. Watched the Indians win, while flipping back and forth between the game and the Titanic show on ABC, which was surprisingly quite good (one thinks one has seen all there is to see about that particular disaster)
3. Finished the second book in the Hunger Games series, and started the third
4. Ran updates on my iPad apps

So, all in all, a good day. Honestly, I do notice a difference after not running about all day long.

But enough about ME. How you YOU feel about me?

…to the one I love to torture most: me.

Today, Saturday, 14 April, is dedicated to getting myself over this epidemi-whatever-it-is. I brought my Nook downstairs with me (it rarely leaves my night table). I’m staying in my jammies and doing lots of reading, thinking, napping, and sipping tea. I’ll watch some tube, and write some emails.

And speaking of work issues…I’m about at the end of my rope. I hope this coming week will sort out some stuff, one way or the other.

It’s a good day to be stuck inside (stormy, but not too chilly). It’s a toast, applesauce, tea and scrambled-egg kind of day. Only thing missing will be family time. None of that for the Fink today, since my grandsons are already both fighting this, my children are probably crazy busy, and sister Mavis doesn’t dare be around anyone with an upper respiratory illness. The Thriller has class all day, poor soul. I can hear him downstairs in his office right now, swallowing coffee by the quart and hacking up both lungs.

What a pair we are. Haha

Have a great Saturnday, my lovely fiends. I am off to read and think and plot courses. And I ain’t talkin’ about golf.

FO