I don’t want to get my hopes up about the impeachment. Our country is so divided and polarized politically. I consider myself an independent left-leaning moderate. I’m certainly no radical far left or far right. Even if Trump is impeached he might not be removed. Even if he is removed he still has a long of brainless twit cult fundamentalist Christian hypocrite zombies and the KKK, NRA and toothless low-brow MFers are still out there and pissed off. Can’t win. This is how Hitler rose to power.
I feel like baking and making goodies.
I’m looking forward to a couple weeks off to recharge and refresh. In a few weeks I have my first retirement meeting with HR and TRS. I’m not sure how many there are before the end of the year. I guess I’ll find out. I’m sort of ambivalent about subbing after retirement. I guess I could pick and choose only certain jobs at certain buildings. I’d really like something completely fresh and new. We shall see. The possibilities are endless. The world is my oyster.
It’s now 4:29 am and Mike has gotten up to go to the bathroom and has discovered I’m up and started scolding me to go back to bed. I explained I’m wide awake from the steroids so he plopped down on the couch, turned the TV up too loud to disturb my peaceful quiet solitude morning time and now he’s fallen asleep sitting up with his head slumped over, mouth agape snoring / wheezing / gasping. He has sleep apnea but refuses to go get treated. He falls asleep sitting up in mid sentence all the time. He also has had a shoulder injury he’s been nursing for a couple years and he has pain, limited range of motion and also severe neck pain. He ignores his diabetes and eats whatever he pleases. He refuses to go get help but snarls at me. This week I’ve told him he’d better get his ass in gear and get this shit fixed while he’s still on my good school district insurance before I retire. I am tired of telling him and trying to help him! You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink! WTF???
I have traced some of my ancestors back to the early 1700s. My mother’s ancestors came from Gloucester and Derbyshire England. Some of my dads family came from Kentucky.