Yesterday we celebrated both (Husky baby) KouKi’s third birthday and niece Karalynn’s fourteenth birthday. Facebook has been kind enough to remind me of all the other birthdays friends and family are facing this week as well. Given the stories I’ve heard and lived this year… this week’s image was too funny to pass up. It feels like everyone I know is asking one way or another, “what the fuck is this?!”
For myself, I can’t seem to get past the too much day job work hurdle to get back into the headspace required for editing. Given the pace of activities, I’m lucky I’ve been able to sneak time to refresh myself by reading. The series that currently has me in its spooky claws is Peri Jean Mace Ghost Thrillers. Gayla pointed me in this direction, and I swear she’s laughing at me every time I pick up the next book and have to quickly skim some of the most horrifying ghost scenes I’ve ever run across. I’ve read the first five, and even though horror is not really my genre, the characters are so real and the stories so well-crafted, I can’t NOT read the next in the series… though I do have to make sure I am reading in broad daylight, otherwise I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be sleeping at night.
In fact, tonight hubs went to a concert with some buddies and I had to call Gayla to keep me company and chase away the ghostly heebie-jeebies after finishing the latest installment. Then a spider surprised me in one of the pans I was going to use to cook dinner, and it was a whole different round of “what the fuck is this?!” I actually heard Gayla laughing at me for that one.
We got the official diagnosis for Tashie this week: A torn ACL. In the same knee where she’d partially torn her MCL. We seem to have caught it early enough that she’s not suffering the way she did before. So we’re walking slower and shorter with her… but then taking separate walks with the other two to try to help her not over-tax herself. So my phone says I’ve averaged 4,519 steps this week.
Hubs and I also spent Friday night at home together, and watched the next two installments of The Orville. Most of the stories are still predictable with sophomoric humor, but have managed to hook us enough to keep watching for the moment. My main conclusion at this point is that it’s a Star Trek: Next Generation homage–and because of that most of what it’s succeeding at is making me nostalgic for one of my all-time favorite shows. Because The Orville is on Fox, though, we stumbled across Ghosted, a much more intriguing and promising show. It also has comic leanings–likely because Craig Robinson and Adam Scott play the leads–and seems like a take-off on The X-Files, with a twist of Warehouse 13 to it.
Since it’s the week between Rounds, I’ll keep it short and wish everyone well for the duties and tasks you face for the upcoming week. I’ll mainly be crossing my fingers that the next round of oral surgery I have scheduled for this week isn’t too debilitating. Check back next week to see how I fared.