Day in the Life of an Idiot

 All my classes are finished, the evaluations filled out and turned into to the main office. All that is left for me to do is unpack the various bags I used to haul things to and from the Loft.

Mason has been delivered to the Science Museum for his work. This week, he's doing another camp as an assistant counselor. He confessed to me over coffee this morning that he's kind of excited to be a helper at this one, because it's LEGO camp. It's kind of fun that he's basically getting to participate in camps that we would have loved to have been able to send him to as a kid, if we could have signed-up in time (I think these always fill up quickly) and/or had the money.  

He's such a good kid that he told me that he'd signed up for the 8:30 am shift because he wanted to have time in the afternoon for house projects (like those damn steps we still need to fix) and being around for mom.He HATES getting up early in the summer. So, this was a sincerely lovely gesture.

Shawn is trying a few hours back at work. She was looking exhausted already when I dropped her off, so we joked that she would go in long enough to drop off a puzzle to the break room and I'd swing back after having delivered Mason and she could call it good enough. It's the migraines rather than the blood clot that seem to be dogging her. She's on DAY THREE of a cluster headache that she can't shake and you can just see the wear on her face. But so, I agreed to head back to fetch her around 10:30 am. I have to say, I deeply approve. No point in pushing it. Nothing is so important at work to compromise recovery.

But, so it feels weird to have the mornings and the house back to myself. I'm sitting right now, but I can see all the laundry that piled up in the meantime and the dishes that won't do themselves. I don't even want to talk about how long the grass has grown or how weed-choked the gardens are.

Even so, this feels good.

It's a return to a kind of normal, and I'm so very grateful to be on this side off all that medical nonsense. 

Mason and I have even started to plan his birthday trip.

He decided to ask for "a pony." By which I mean, he asked for something he's always wanted but never assumed was practical or affordable. He wants a trip out to Los Angeles, of all places, so that he can watch a live game of his e-sport (Overwatch.) I have never had any desire to see LA, but now that I have several guide books in hand, I can see how this could be quite a bit of fun. We're planning to head out the Friday after next (15th or something like that) and return mid-week. He's booked tickets to see the Overwatch League and I made us a School of Engineering tour at UCLA (we would have done the general tour, but the guided ones were all filled. Looks like there is an easy-to-follow self-guided tour of campus that we can also do ourselves, so we won't miss out on too much.) The only thing that's left to do is book the actual plane tickets and figure out a hotel, which I will do today--as Mason's godparents have generously offered to pay for his ticket as their second birthday present to him--they also bought him an air conditioner for his room, which we plan to install tonight. (Should have probably done it last night, given how steamy it got, but we thought of it kind of late in the evening.)

So, if any of my readers here know anything they want to impart about places to go and things to see in LA and surrounds, please let me know.

I'm a little worried about leaving Shawn on her own so soon, but there really should be no issues. She's eating nearly entirely normally now, and there's not a LOT to be done about the blood clot other than to continue to take medication.

In a couple of weeks, all three of us should be over this overwhelming sense of exhaustion, which I'm sure is partly just a flood of relief, you know? 

Right, speaking of exhaustion, I'd better hop to that housework.