#mr glee

[gleefully-macabre]

I worked 50 hours last week and am bordering on 50 again. Yesterday I worked non-stop, literally. Didn’t even have breakfast, never even took a bathroom break, which I didn’t need because I wasn’t drinking much water.

My beloved husband made sure I ate. He periodically brought up apples and peanut butter (I keep apple slices in the fridge), some crackers, made me a thermos of tea, prepared my tuna and rice at dinnertime, and reminded I needed to take my meds with food.

He’s the best!

Meanwhile, if these 50 hour weeks are the norm, I’m not sticking around. Ain’t getting paid enough for that.

[gleefully-macabre]

Mr Glee is coming home today!

Sadly my office is open, so I can’t go pick him up. But the place is reasonably tidy, well-dusted, and there’s fresh towels and sheets. The floor is clear for Hal, the cat’s litter, food, and water are dealt with, humidifier filled, cleared a spot in the mantle for the elephant statue. I even shoved my WiP sewing into the closet. And I did all the laundry (though didn’t get around to folding everything... ) and I know he’ll appreciate not having to do laundry the second he gets home just to have something clean to wear.

He’s been gone 2 weeks. My goal is maximum Gemütlichkeit.