This past Saturday, my eldest and I toured the University of South Carolina. It was a nice visit—he thought the old architecture made the buildings look “fancy,” loved the dining hall, and was obsessed with the food delivery robots (understandable, honestly). One downside? The major he’s interested in isn’t guaranteed. At $30k a year, that seems like something you’d want locked in.
The rest of the weekend was full of errands, odds and ends, and generally trying to stay on top of life.
By Monday, my mood was… foul. Not just a little off, but all-the-way-around foul. I’m not sure what was going on, but I recognize I wasn’t the easiest person to be around. If you crossed my path, I’m sorry and I appreciate your grace.
And then this morning, things took a turn for the bizarre. Around 5 a.m., I heard a cry I thought meant Dunkin (our dog) was hurt. Nope. He had killed a rabbit in our yard. So if you happened to be walking by our house at dawn, you would’ve seen me with a flashlight and my husband with a shovel, burying a rabbit like we were extras on Criminal Minds.
Garden update: I’ve now harvested 9 jalapeños! Two tomatoes were lost to rot, but removing them helped the plant recover. I’m replanting it with better soil to avoid the same problem. The other plants are slowly coming along, though some are still being shy about sprouting.
TV Corner: A new show, PolyFamily, premieres tonight on TLC. As someone who unapologetically loves smut TV, I’m intrigued. It’s background noise for my brain, and sometimes that’s exactly what I need. That said, I’m also watching 30 Coins on HBO Max. It’s a Spanish horror series that demands my full attention—subtitles and all. I just finished episode 2, and it is wild.
If you’ve got any TV or movie recommendations, send them my way. I’m behind on reading, school starts back in a week, and I’m trying to soak up what little break is left.