The picture above is my plan for today. It’s not only been a busy week, but it’s also been a busy three weeks, and I need a day to just be completely lazy. I hope you all have a good Friday and a wonderful weekend.

It’s so good to be home and back to sleeping in my own bed. I really did not like the hotel I was staying at. The front desk people were rude; they acted like it was a burden to help you. They never cleaned my room, even though their description of the hotel says, “We clean rooms daily.” Hilton hotels have become no better than a run-down Holiday Inn. The last time I stayed at a Hilton, I found a bedroom slipper in my bed, which was disgusting since it meant they had not changed the sheets. Also, the elevators did not work. When I got there, only one of the three elevators was actually in operation, and it didn’t always stop on your floor or take you where you wanted to go. No matter which floor you were going to, it always made a stop at the lower lobby and the second floor. I have no idea why it always went to these floors because no one ever got on or off at those floors. Also, the beds were not comfortable, and the pillows were flat.

The best part about being home though is not just my bed but being back with Isabella. She met me at the door when I came home and has not let me out of her sight since. She’s been very chatty too. She’s normally a very quiet cat, but she meowed for an hour or so once I got home. I guess she wanted to tell me she was glad I was home and that I should not leave again. I’ve had cats in the past that won’t have anything to do with you when you have been away, but not Isabella. She lets you know how happy she is that I am back home.

I am off work today and plan on being very lazy. I just want to enjoy being at home with Isabella. I’m sure I will watch Picard and The Mandalorian again at some point. I might even watch a movie. I’m pretty sure I will take a nap at some point.

In my “Moment of Zen: My Type” last Saturday, I mentioned my first crush, and someone asked me to write about him. I had every intention of doing so in this post; however, after driving down to Connecticut on Monday and being in a workshop yesterday afternoon, I was exhausted. It also didn’t help that I’d eaten at a truly awful sushi restaurant for dinner. Anyway, the point is, I was just too tired to really write anything last night, and I didn’t have time this morning. I have to be at a day long workshop today, and without Isabella waking me up, I’m able to sleep a little extra. After getting ready and having breakfast, there just isn’t much time left before I have to leave. I will, however, get to the story of my first crush at some point, just be patient.

Sitting in front of my laptop this Thursday morning, I have been trying to figure out what to write, and I can’t think of a single thing. Only two things are running through my head: the new episode of Star Trek: Picard is out on Paramount+ and the chorus to a Lorrie Morgan song, “Except for Monday,” which goes like this:

Except for Monday, which was never good anyway
Tuesday, I get a little sideways
Wednesday, I feel better, just for spite
Thursday and Friday take too long
Before I know it, Saturday’s gone
But it’s Sunday now
And you can bet that I’m alright.

Thursday and Friday often seem like they take too long. I’m pretty sure this Thursday is definitely going to take too long, as I am in meetings all day.

This weekend, I have been sleeping in. I’ve even gone to bed early. I got up at 4 am to feed Isabella but returned to bed and slept another hour or two. I’ve been feeling a little rundown. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I haven’t had a lot of energy the last few days. Thankfully, I have today off work since it is spring break, and we always get the Monday of spring break as a holiday. I even feel like going back to bed right now, but I’m going to have a cup of tea and make something for breakfast. That usually wakes me up, and I feel a bit better and slightly more energetic. Have a great day, everyone.

WARNING: Links in this post are NSFW.

I was scrolling through my Twitter feed and came across a picture of a really handsome guy with a gorgeous body covered with the perfect amount of silky dark fur. It was the guy in the picture above. His name is Bruno Duarte Vincent (Twitter: @lobo_carreira or Instagram: @belowdeckbruno). He was apparently on the Bravo show Below Deck. However, none of that’s the point of telling you about Bruno. The point is the first picture I came across, which was not the one above. It was one of Bruno lying on a bed, naked. When I first looked at the picture, I thought, “This would be a great picture to use on my blog. His arm is covering anything that would be too inappropriate.” Then, I took a closer look. It was not his arm; it was his penis. 😳 So obviously, I could not post that picture, but you can easily go to his Twitter and find it. I just had to laugh when I thought of how I could mistake his penis for his arm. My only defense is that I only glanced at the picture at first and was not wearing my reading glasses.

As I sit here drinking a cup of tea and watching the premiere of the third season of The Mandalorian, I don’t really have much to say. We got several inches of snow yesterday. The snow is always beautiful when it first falls. That rarely lasts very long. I have a class to teach today, but otherwise, it’s just another work day. I hope all of y’all have a great Wednesday and get over the hump of this week.

This morning and several mornings recently, I have found it difficult to wake up and get out of bed. Usually, when Isabella wakes me at 4:30 or so to feed her, I’m up and raring to go. This morning, I got up to feed her, and then went back to bed and even hit the snooze button when my alarm went off. It’s not like I’ve been staying up late or not getting enough sleep lately. I went to bed last night a little after 9 pm. I’m not sure what the issue is, but I don’t like it. I want to get back to my normal morning routine. In the last several years, I’ve become a morning person for the first time in my life, and I like having the extra time before work. Hopefully, my sleep patterns will return to normal soon.

Such an ominous title, but honestly, it’s just what popped into my head as I started writing this. I really only mean that another work weeks begins today. We’ve made it back around to Monday again. My weekend did not go as expected. I had a great outfit ready for the Burly Bears event Friday night, and I actually looked good in it, or at least looked like I came out of the 1970s. However, I developed a migraine Friday afternoon, and it only got worse and worse. I had been excited to go, but I knew that driving to and from Burlington at night would be torture with a migraine. Bright lights always make my migraines worse, so oncoming headlights are difficult to handle. Anyway, I ended up going to bed before 8 pm and slept for nearly nine hours. 

I mostly felt better on Saturday, but I’d planned on doing absolutely nothing just to be sure. I had ordered a new blanket for my bed from Walmart, and it was delivered Saturday morning. The problem was that I had ordered light gray but got “gray mist” instead. Gray mist isn’t actually gray at all but more of a sea foam green. I used to have a car that color when I was in college. I hated that car mostly because of f that hideous color, but my parents had bought it for me. But I’m getting off topic. However, just like that car, I did not want sea foam green. The good thing about Walmart is that you can notify Walmart of your intent to return it online and then just take it to the customer service counter at your local Walmart. So, I braved Walmart on a Saturday afternoon. Truthfully, it wasn’t that bad. I got in and out relatively easy and walked away with a nice gray blanket. T wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it will do and t is warm.

Sunday, I left my apartment exactly once to go pick up a pizza for lunch. The rest f the day was spent watching tv. I watched a movie called “Stage Mother” on Hulu. I had seen a trailer for it back when it came out, and it looked interesting. The story follows a conservative church choir director who inherits a drag club in San Francisco started by her deceased son, from whom she was estranged after he came out as gay. The movie was very sweet and heartwarming. I cried, and I laughed, and I cried some more, and laughed some more. I found the movie very emotional, although maybe a tad cliche. I enjoyed it nonetheless.

And that was my weekend. Now, on to the week ahead.