Mr. R. begins a new schedule today.  Up until now he’s worked from 7:00am-3:00pm, which is essentially my schedule.  We’ve been able to carpool together, chatting on our way to work and decompressing afterward, getting all our gripes out of our systems before we get home.

Today he began working from 3:30pm-11:30pm, meaning that every day I’ll get out of work just about the time he leaves the house.  Which sucks, at least until I get out for the summer in two weeks.

Then it might actually be nice.  We’ll be able to sleep in together every day, and since I won’t be getting up at 5:00am like I do when I’m working, I can stay up to see him when he rolls in after midnight.  At least until I go back in August.  Sigh.

wpid-screenshot_2015-05-25-19-26-20-1.pngTonight he sent me this picture with the caption, “Wanted a soda, got you.”  He’s such a keeper.  Maybe this won’t be so bad.

It’s Worth Mentioning

No one .. Nothing will keep us apart! Best friends/lovers we will always be.

You know how you get busy during the week?  When work is your first waking thought in the morning and the last thought that drifts through your mind as you fade off to sleep?

Mr. R. and I stumble through morning routines and gripe through the morning rush hour, spend eight or nine hours getting beaten up by the world.  Then we fight our way through the afternoon rush hour, stopping off to pick up necessities at the grocery store.  We go through the mail, feed the critters, decide on what’s for dinner, prepare and clean up from dinner, and settle down to relax for a couple of hours before going to sleep, only to get up and do it all over again.  Before we know it, days pass into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years.

I want to take a moment to remind Mr. R., and myself, that I love him with all my heart.  There’s no one else I’d rather be with as we take on the world and slay all the dragons that come our way.

And speaking of dragons, we only have four days, three hours, and thirty-five minutes until the Season 5 premiere of Game of Thrones.  Mr. R. and I will be side by side on the sofa, popcorn and wine at the ready.

Having a Better Day Than This Guy

wpid-20141022_151401.jpgYes, that’s a pickup truck.  Yes, the wheels are in the air.

I saw an accident on my way home from work today.  And by ‘saw an accident’ I don’t mean that I saw the wreckage along the side of the road as I passed by.

I mean, I saw someone stop and someone behind them not stop.  There was a massive explosion of debris flying all around.  The second vehicle flew up, executed a half-twist in mid-air, and came to rest on its roof.  The first vehicle ended up two lanes over, pointing in the opposite direction of travel.

I’ve never seen anything like it.  I mean, maybe on every episode of CHiPs or The Dukes of Hazard.  But never with my own eyes.  I sat stunned for a moment.

Luckily for the driver of the truck, a handful of commuters slammed their own vehicles into Park and ran to render aid.  Just after I snapped this photo, those guys got the door open and, along with a Sheriff’s deputy, they pulled out the driver who walked away from the mangled truck to the sidewalk, looking dazed but not obviously injured.

And yes, I snapped this photo.  Is it ghoulish to take a picture of an accident?  I wanted to send it to Mr. R., my steely-eyed newsman who works for a local television station.  I knew he’d want to get it on the air.  And that’s what I did.

I’m impressed by the number of people who stopped to help.  It sort of makes me want to step up my game, to be honest.  I’m not sure what I could have done, but maybe I should have thought of something more useful than contributing to live, local, latebreaking.