I go back September 1. I got a new title and a raise and a few days of PTO, so that’s all great.
But of course, the AC just died at the house my daughter rents from me while the heat index is 110, because of course it did. The entire system has to be replaced this time, because it has been on borrowed time for YEARS. It’s close to 20 years old, while the lifespan is 10 to 15. I knew this day was coming. I will never, ever be out of debt.
I got the notification that I have to go do the drug screening for my return to work. I will start my Saturday peeing in a cup at an urgent care a few miles away. They also do COVID testing and vaccines, so I’m hoping if I go early on Saturday I won’t be in a mob of plague rats.
I have not been wildly productive for the last couple of weeks. I do have a load of stuff for donation tomorrow. I went to Epcot again Wednesday, but OMG, it was just sooo hot, I ate some stuff and bailed.
What I ate was worth it, though. I don’t have a picture of my favorite plant based treat, the Impossible Burger with wasabi slaw topping, because I was so hungry I just ate it without taking a picture. (I suck at this blogging stuff.) I stopped at the Spain booth which wasn’t even on my radar, and had a very tasty little seafood salad with an honestly not all that memorable wine flight.
I didn’t do any desserts. We expect to be back there in mid-September and I’ll be all about the desserts that trip, I swear.
And I went back to the American Pavilion:
I may have a lobster addiction. I do not consider this to be a problem. It was hot. it was insanely hot, and while there was a breeze at times, even the breeze was hot. Happily, the park was not very crowded and I was able to eat all my little snacks in the shade, often with a nice view of the water.
So, has my time off been magical and relaxing? Not even a bit. But I do have a plan for getting through it to the next shit. I’ll take it.