And so, another holiday weekend comes to a close, and I face the prospect of going to work in a few hours. Weeee! I wonder what it’s like for people who actually enjoy their day jobs?
Not much happened this weekend, other than picking up some panda cories for my 10g aquarium. They’re cute little guys, less than an inch big, though they’ll eventually grow to just under two inches. I hope they thrive: so far, the japonica shrimp in the tank have been grabbing all the food, for all the world acting like bandit raiders. Hey, guys! Learn to share! Group hug!
Assuming all goes well, next weekend (or the next after that), I’ll get another betta to replace the late, lamented Rocky T. Betta. Bettas are neat: just take my word for it. Meanwhile, I’ve got an algae problem that needs tending.
I’m also coming to the conclusion I’ve become a “holiday depressive.” You know, the kind of person who, as the holiday cheer grows, becomes more and more of a wet blanket? Nice to meet you. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Fourth of July … all the holidays I love lately leave me nearly paralyzed in my apartment in a deep funk. I wonder if this is common to middle-aged bachelors? Either way, it’s not fun.
Anyway, that’s it for now. Time for a bit of reading and then bed. G’night!