Yay, I remembered! Not that I have a whole lot to talk about, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?
I actually wrote something fictional this week. 240 words. They are totally lame, but they're on a page, so I have that going for me.
I read three books. And I finally got my reading wrap-up posted yesterday afternoon, so there's that, too. Unfortunately, I started this coming week with a DNF. Blerg. Read all about it next Saturday.
We won't talk about weight or activity this week. I didn't do anything and I came back up a little. :shrug:
Yesterday, I went to the thrift store and actually bought some overpriced books. The first hardcopy books I've purchased this whole year. :jawdrop: I also bought some more clothes for work. I found a pair of pants that had never been worn - still had the tags on. And the tags were from like the '80s, I think. Totally cool for me, since the '80s are coming back and I loved the '80s anyway. They fit great at the waist, but I think they were made for a giant. I'll try to hem them. We'll see how that works out.
In baking news, the only thing I baked last week was scalloped potatoes with breaded pork chops. Total yummers. In other cooking news, last night I did bacon cheeseburgers that were awesome. And we ate store-bought cheesecake for dessert. It was okay. I do a better cheesecake in my sleep, but who's got the time? Meh.
So, Hurricane Ian. We have family in FL, so we were watching the news a lot. Hubs has a brother in Fort Myers and his mom is north of Tampa. They're both fine. MIL was far enough inland that it was a non-event for her, and BIL didn't even get water in his house, so it's all good. I also have a cousin in Ft. Myers. Haven't heard about him yet, but no news is good news. We would've already heard if something bad happened there. Farther along the hurricane trail, I have a niece with her husband and kids in VA Beach. I haven't heard about them either, but I assume again that no news is good news. I'll probably get confirmation of that tomorrow.
I had a pretty good week at work. Nobody yelled at me in a whiny voice. Friday afternoon, all hell done broke loose, but it was outside my scope and above my pay-grade. Since there was nothing I could do and I was at 40 hours, I clocked out and went home. I mean, I felt really bad about going, but me standing around being supportive (and nothing else), and then getting my ass chewed for working overtime wouldn't have done anyone any good. I'll hear all about the fubar tomorrow. And hopefully I did the right thing by leaving. I'll hear about that, too, I guess.
Other than that, I got nuthin'. How was y'all's week?