We’re way off track, here.
The train is off the tracks, but we’re not even on the train.
I felt awful all night because of the meds, so I was back to a normal amount of shitty this morning.
We went to Taco Bell for lunch, and it was a nice day outside for a picnic, but I felt shitty again in the afternoon.
I did what I could to avoid road rage on the drive back, and made an impromptu stop at the wash to see Summer, just long enough to hear her say she would be off at six.
We got to the house and unboxed Vine. UPS driver gave Muad’Dib a bone, which was awesome. I went out back and had to run the sump pump, but the whole back yard was soggy even beforehand.
Eaddie got home, and followed by Summer after picking up some Popeye’s that I ordered. I got stuck cleaning out the entire fridge from a drink spill that dripped all the way down from the second shelf to the bottom.
The one thing I accomplished was to box up the Onewheel for its third trip back to Future Motion for warranty repair.
TCW will be back a third time tomorrow to fix the internet, since they didn’t get here before Summer had to go to work today. At least the people seem nice.
Towing the Line