The house between here and Starbucks has put up the Festivus pole. I don’t know why it cracks me up so much, but it does.
I may have killed my silver nerve plant – fuck youuuuuu, Planta and your terrible watering schedule that resulted in my drowning it. (I’m going back to my “a little water every day” schedule, it was working fine and I shouldn’t have abandoned it.) I’ll keep Planta around for fertilizing schedules, but that’s it. I’ve cut it all back as it’s got new growth at the base and we’ll see if I can bring it back. If all else fails, I can certainly get another one from the nursery, but dammit, it was one of my favorites and it had been doing so well.
At least the calathea I knocked off the shelf when I was moving things for the tree seems to be doing OK – I thought I may have broken it at the root stock – it’s still leaning a bit, but it seems stable.
Work theoretically should be back on an even keel today, the Sunday work and two long days seem to have gotten me back ahead of the curve. Granted, those three days SUCKED but I think that should be it until the new year. I don’t stick to an 8 hour day cause I’m lazy, I stick to an 8 hour day cause I’m usually fucking useless after that.
But, 2 1/2 days and then I’m on PTO, YAY! Time to go slog through a couple meetings and get some shit done.
You have a great day, and don’t forget to schedule your Airing of the Grievances. I’d say we have more than a few this year.