So I had a week off of work and I squandered it,
just royally squandered it.
I didn’t go in to work a few times when the place was empty to catch up on the overwork I can’t get done during normal times.
I didn’t get my house organized or even cleaned.
Of the eight rooms I live in, I basically got half of the foyer straight and half swept.
Screw it. It was a vacation - a week off, a nine days’ wonder if you count the week-ends
and I do count the week-ends.
I did actually get a few things done here and there,
the most important being I got my car half-legal again.
The brake tag expired at the end of January and that sticker just sits there in the windshield sending out signals to any passing police car to pull me over and give me a big fine ticket.
So I went to get the tag renewed
and got turned down.
Seems you cannot renew your brake tag if your license plate is expired.
Ooops!
That was another neon scofflaw beacon that I hadn’t even realized I was trailing behind me, just taunting the police to pull me over and give me a double violation ticket.
Oh the size of that fine would have been lovely.
The kicker is that the plate wasn’t expired just a month like the brake tag.
That sucker had expired a full year ago.
Well dang.
But who looks at their license plate?
They normally send out a renewal form when your plate’s almost expired.
It must’ve gotten lost in the mail.
I forked over the $70 to renew -
That was the normal renewal price, oddly without a fine for the lapse -
And that pretty much cleared out my monthly emergency fund.
So now I’m going to have to push the brake tag renewal until after the 15th
and the coming of the monthly underpaycheck.
Hopefully the police will continue to not see the expired tag on the windshield for another week and a half.
Which brings me to today.
The alarm went off (multiple times) for the first time in ten days
to rouse me rudely from my sleep and force me back into the daily routine that keeps the underpaychecks coming and enables me to continue to live this fabulous life in my everso messy house.
As I kicked the cats out of their various snuggle zones so that I could reluctantly rise,
my one thought was retirement.
If nine days of no schedule felt so lovely, oh, wouldn’t retirement be bliss.
Sigh.
If I can physically make it through the next fourteen years until full retirement,
I will retire as soon as the house is paid off,
coincidentally in fourteen years.
Shudder.
Fourteen years.
Damn.
I forgot. I’ve got a few unchecked lottery tickets in my purse.
What the hell am I doing not checking those suckers, cashing in, and retiring tomorrow?
(Every ticket I have ever bought was always a winner
until the lottery site proved them otherwise.
Stupid stupid lottery site that keeps getting the numbers wrong!)
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