Well... been a while...

 I have been writing in the old fashioned way in a book but I've moved it and found I need to vent or I will be in trial for murder. 

I was feeling very resentful last night, his royal butt head got home from work - yes outside the house... 

Maybe I should back up as some things have changed since April of 2020, and some things have not...

ME - still working from home, still, yes but now only 3 days per week.  Yes 18 months of a lock down - in America... and now no one wants to commute anymore... serves you right.  Me I want to go in just to see other people - the dog isn't much of a conversationalist.

Darling Butthead - was laid off from job last March 2021, after they notified him in DECEMBER of 2020.  Yeah that was a fun 3 months... (insert sarcasm font here)

So panic was ensuing early this year with no job, but there was only 1 of us that had that issue, numbers are numbers, you can count them, all good.

 And it was - darling husband got a part time job with a smart start up, and for a few months we enjoyed part time work and two paychecks... one from laid off company and one from part time work.  Fast forward a month - down to 1 paycheck, part time but creeping up in hours -- AND he works outside the home.

So, I have my dining room table back and no more 9PM conference calls while trying to enjoy an evening with the boob-tube.  Ah. 

So here we are August of 2021 - new scare tactics of we're all going to die tomorrow if you don't get a shot and put a cloth over your face in 90 degree heat... yeah fun.  But I'm out of my house two days a week, and that is a good thing.  Unless I have to roll my ass out of bed in the AM - Aunt Ing don't like.  But I like seeing other people so it's a balance.  

Now I'm working full time, plus now taking on another job for about 8 weeks with lots of research and notes and what promises to be a very strange time difference.  more on that later. 

Back to last night's resentments... Darling husband worked a full day out of the house in an office, dutifully called his beloved wife to see if she needed anything for dinner.  I did not - for a change. I reminded him to call his mama as she has not been feeling well lately. 

He got home, dealt with junk mail, changed his clothes and sat on his ass... I took the dog out for a nice walk - even in the hot - came home, finished my work day, worked on my extra work proposal, cooked a fancy dinner that required no less that 4 pots... he was happy and well fed.  I was tired and cranky.  But I cooked, I cleaned and died when I went to bed last night. 

All right - enough for today but I will try and make this a more regular occurance. 

Aunt Ing...