Tinhuviel Artanis

Thursdays get me down. Why? Because they are the only day that feels like it should be Friday, but isn't, yet it is too late in the week to resign yourself to the bitter fate of what is called a "work week." Why do we enslave ourselves to the notion of such trivial and fabricated ideas?

The good news, however, is that it's raining. And the temperature is at a more sane level. Here's a look outside my window at approximately 11 AM, Eastern.  

For quite a few days, the temperature never made it anywhere close to freezing during the warmest part of the day.  As a result, David's well-water froze as if he lived on the moon Europa, which isn't too very far off from Fountain Inn.  He's been collecting water from my pad, and showering here during this difficult time. One pipe near the well actually burst, but it wasn't a life-changing, bank-breaking ordeal, so he was lucky there.

I've been doing my laundry at his place but, obviously, no clothes were being washed during this deep freeze, so now I'm dealing with Chinese-laundry-level cleaning to do.  Luckily, I'll be able to address that later on, since I'm heading for D's this afternoon.  We're having a laundry-themed pyjama party that will end with his hauling my butt to the doctor tomorrow morning.  I'm going to be harassing her for some topical stye ointment.  Don't ask, just nod in agreement and move on.  Whilst partying with dirty clothes, I'm guessing we'll finish up the movie, Splice.  After that, maybe we'll check out some Riverdale.  David seems to think it would behove me to visually ingest this television show.  Since I used to really be into Archie Comics, and I've heard some nice dark things about this interpretation, I'm not at all averse to the suggestion.  We shall see.  I still need to catch him up on Breaking Bad, so there's that as well.  

Not to mention he's gotten me started on building LEGOs.  Fucking LEGOs.  When I was a kid, I always wanted to get into LEGO, but we just couldn't afford it.  Now, I'm 50, and I built my very first LEGO just the other night.  One super-awesome Wonder Woman.  I took a picture, but I got a message from D later, letting me know I'd forgotten her.  I explained that I assumed he was just letting me put her together. Apparently, if you assemble a LEGO, it's yours. Do they imprint? Who knew?

Anyway, it's Thursday, and it's raining, so that makes it a good Thursday.  Good Thursdays are rare.  The only way this could be a better Thursday would be if Robert Mueller had Donald Trump, his family, and every last one of his allies and supporters arrested and publicly shamed.  Guess that's too much to ask at this precise mo, though.