Tired

The rain has finally arrived. To a very thirsty and parched California. Feels good. To stay home on a nice cool wet day. Except we had to go get a headphone with mic for the 3/4 man all because his big sister said she could barely hear us over the computer. Blew a $40 hole in my pocket. But it was partly to reward him for cleaning up his room. Why do kids get paid for doing what they should be doing anyway? As a matter of routine. As part of life. I had to do a lot of housework as a kid. And never got paid for any of it. The obverse was painful. It was negative reinforcement replaced by spoilage.

So tomorrow, it's off to Houston and then to Galveston. Actually, it feels burdensome. Much rather stay home and just rest. I have a lot of leave untaken. Not sure what to do. They are likely to be forfeited. So many things happening I just cannot see myself taking leave. Except for Thanksgiving week. Most people will be away then and the one project now in full swing will take a break. And we have to go to Palm Springs. Maybe swing by Mexico? Not sure. I have not had time to planned anything. Sigh.

It is late. Gotta get to bed. Tonight daylight savings ends and the 3/4 man adjusted the clock at about 7:30 pm so we won't forget so although the clock says it is not bedtime, the truth is something else. And I have laundry sitting... waiting... Gotta go.