Tomorrow means back to reality

Tomorrow means back to work for Andrew and I, although neither of us have students.  I'll be honest, this was probably my least favorite two-week break ever.  The drama from Robert a couple of days before Christmas was only part of it.  Working so much at church before Christmas was only part of it.  The church project has been absolutely ridiculous, and I've not been pleased about it.

On Tuesday we found out Catherine's apartment was completely flooded.  Remember when I mentioned last week's weather?  Well the third floor turned off the heat, and when the pipe burst the water could only go down...until it hit the first floor and had nowhere else to go.  It's going to take a month or so to really get the apartment livable again.  She is close enough that she can stay here and commute or they will put her into temporary housing, so she'll figure that out.  We also attended a surprise party that evening for our good friend, but one of the other friends passed out and we had to call an ambulance.  He appears to be fine, but it was scary.  Catherine had a shredded flat tire on her way Friday to picking up her college roommate before New Year's Eve.  Fortunately a good samaritan came along and helped her out.  Thomas has had drama with his girlfriend, although that seems to be resolving.  We've had four cats here, my mom's furnace stopped working, and I feel like I could go on, and on.  Part of me is looking forward to going back to work and getting back into a routine, and part of me wants to cry because I feel exhausted and not at all ready to resume craziness again.

Today I spent the day catching up on budgeting items and laundry, and watching college football, and now the much anticipated Bengals/Bills game.  It makes it not feel like a Monday, and I'm grateful that it will be a short week in that accord.  Still looking forward to making 2023 a great year.