It’s always the same.

A little mood music Maestro, if you please.

Thank you Maestro.

Yesterday was a hot mess of communication, so we’ll just skip the explanation and just move on to future plans.

First, have you seen this show?

I watched at least three episodes yesterday and that gave me a screaming, blinding headache. So, maybe I won’t do that again today. But we’ll see.

Also, Saturday, Teacher Sis and I will be driving up to Springdale to watch our, unknown to me until a few weeks ago, hockey team. Yes, we have a hockey team. And I am going to watch white guys with sticks on skates beat each other up over a tiny black disc. For some reason, they’ve decided to call themselves the Ice Hogs, rather than the Razor Blades. Perhaps because Razor Blades sounds a bit too overemotional 14-year-old-girl. Whatever.

Hockey.

If you want to join us, the doors open at 6:30. You can find out more here: goons.

I am going to go prep for my school day and try to cobble together enough sanity to prevent me punching a bible teacher in the throat.

More soon. ~SC