Bad Week

I am not complaining but I had a bad week. The word “but” cancels the “not” and indicates that I am complaining. My buts annoy people, especially when they negate an attempted apology. My sister-in-law Kristine says, “I don’t want to complain but I am going to.” That honesty makes her complaints much more bearable. So pretend I said it that way. On Sunday, Sebastian and I went to Dairy Queen and ordered at the outside walk-up window. We moved to the door where food is delivered. When two items we ordered came out, I took them. While waiting for the third item (a Blizzard), Sebastian and I started devouring the banana split and dipped cone. Then our Blizzard arrived with another banana split and dipped cone! The family who ordered first said we were eating their food, including the larger size dipped cone. With ice cream dribbling from our months, we grabbed the Blizzard, apologized profusely, and hustled to our car. Tuesday I did some screaming while homeschooling and my daughter-in-law Joanna suspended me and took a week off work to replace me. On Thursday, my wife and I missed our regular weekly virtual cocktail hour with friends for no reason other than forgetfulness. On Friday, the Department of Licensing returned my vehicle renewal because my check was $88.25 light. The next day, I woke up and learned Donald Trump was still President. This list is partial because typing it causes depression. I once dreamed about binding my top one hundred Blog postings into books for distribution at my funeral. This week provoked an epiphany where I envisioned my kids excerpting from 100 posts to document my own date stamped devolution into mental dysfunction.