Losing track of time can definitely fuck off. I thought I had another week before classes started (and I didn't--they started last Monday, not next Monday)--last week's back and forth between my town and the small city where my mother was in the hospital is, I think, to blame for that.
Another thing irritating me is the weather: it's bouncing around like a bouncy ball thrown at a cement floor by a three year old. We've been having small cold fronts come through nearly every day, then it warms back up the next day. It's playing hell with my knee (which I haven't had much trouble with since my son was born), and my hands (which I think I may be developing issues with).
Last, but not least, not having trusted babysitting truly sucks. My .22 upper for my STI (a Kimber) came on Tuesday, and I have no idea when I'll be able to get to the range. :(
Cross-posted at the anti-soma, as usual.
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