It's Sunday. The day of rest. I've been in a bad mood for three days. Any normal person would probably realize that when in the bitchiest mood imaginable cleaning out the pool is not a good idea. Those of you who've been reading my blog for a while know how much I loooove our above-ground pool. It's my heaven. My oasis. My escape from the mindless fucks at the library. The pool has started to be become more of a bother than escape as of late. It's been nearing 100 degrees (heat index of 105...approx. 37.77° Celsius) and the algae has bloomed. I've vacuumed the damn thing twice this week...then it rains...then it blooms again. Today I spent approximately two hours in the pool vacuuming, straining, and filtering. It looks much better, but if I have to do this twice a week for much longer I'm "accidentally" going to run over a corner with the lawnmover and rid myself of this bane.
On a happier note, Mikel is home!!!! He had a skin graft done over the hole from the bike handlebars, and his 10 inch incision from the exploratory surgery is on the way to healed. He has to stay inside and be inactive which is driving him nuts, but other than that, he's fine. We went over to visit and took a tater tot casserole (first time making that and it was sooo goood), and visited for a few hours. He's such a teenager. It hurts my heart to see him grow up so fast.
Now, I'm cleaned up, ready to read one of the many books stacked on my bench, and if a nap happens I won't put up a fight. I'm also watching Shark Week on Discovery. Why do I put myself through this when I hate sharks and I have nightmares about them often? Good question.
I'm not feeling very bloggy. This entry blows goats, but at least it's something.