I might have posted previously something called A Question of Degree. I did that yesterday, and it might have been the same title that I posted a long time ago.

It’s Autumn that’s for sure.
It was up and out this morning around 5:30 I still had another hour to go, and I woke up and it was dark out, and I had a little bit of a headache, so I said, ‘You know wha,t I should take a mental health day,’ and so I did, and I informed the authorities of my intentions.

And I slept another hour, and then I woke up and I felt guilty, and I felt worried about my PTOs dwindling away. I have almost 40 hours, which is a week, and it would like to take that time off. I only have until the end of the year, which is only two and a half months away.

And I went back and forth in my head, should I go in, should I stay home, should I go in, should I stay home? Eventually, I contacted Bill, and I asked his opinion, and he said I should probably go in if anything, I will show that I’m a trooper, so that’s what I did.

I told my supervisors and the powers that day, and I took some Pepto-Bismol and was going to lie down, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, road construction happened outside my bedroom window, rendering me unable to relax or feel better, so I thought it best to come in cuz I am a trooper.

So instead of taking 8 hours PTO, I took 2 hours PTO, which I will have to figure out how to work next week. It’s been a strange day. I’m not too happy about it, but I’m in the thick of it, and there’s nothing I could do but to get out of it and that’s merely a few hours away

Bill might be going away for a few days this weekend. They bring me alone, which is fine, I suppose. I’m not sure; anything is possible. Mike might come over tomorrow, and anything is possible if that’s the case.

Frankie dear Frankie is losing his grip on things and pleading with me to help him via text, which I’d love to help, but I don’t know how to help or even if I can help. Last night, he said I should get in touch with his ex-boyfriend and tell him to get in touch with Frankie

His ex-boyfriend Pat, who had been together for 10 years and broke up, and someone I have never met, I don’t know him, and it would be very awkward for all parties for me to be a complete stranger advising him what to do with his life. Frankie’s at wit’s end.

It’s definitely hitting him hard, so much so that he might have put himself in an institution for a few weeks.

3 hours ago via text, I asked Frankie what happened? Why did you break up? I still have not heard anything since.

He responded that it was a long-distance relationship, and Pat cheated and is now with whoever he cheated with.