Caffeine boost, because adulting is hard

The optometrist signed Cowboy’s little form, but the woman who handles the glasses orders got all snippy and refused to check off the boxes showing his prescription.
That’s understandable, since we didn’t buy his glasses there. 
But she didn’t have to be so rude about it.
We told her we knew he didn’t purchase glasses from them, but his place of work still insisted he come back to them with the form.
Hopefully he’ll still get reimbursed.

We stopped at the M. Food City so I could pick up laundry detergent, and I finally found that creamer I’ve been looking for.
They only had two bottles left. Cowboy told me to grab both.
I think he was tired of me looking for it.
I really need to stay off those new product pages.

I managed to adult.
I downloaded the Dunkin app and got me and Badger a macchiato.
Usually Badger handles that, but she wasn’t with us today.
It was ready and waiting once we got out of Food City.

We made it home at 12:42 p.m., so not bad timing, not really.
Badger had finished my laundry and had dinner in the oven.
I was grateful for that.
I think she enjoyed having the house to herself for a while, although Raven got home from work at some point, so she wasn’t alone the whole time.

The day proceeded normally.
Cowboy went to work.
Badger and I took a brief walk to the Creek Church.
On our return, we met Heron at the library, and he gave us a ride home.

That was at 5:30 p.m.
I don’t know why Heron got home early.
He dropped us off and headed fishing.
For someone who can’t swim, the man lives on the water.

Badger and I fixed supper and ate in front of the TV.
She ate as fast as she could and headed back to her room.
She’s been spending more time in her room than with me.

Badger finished the laundry. 
The house is tidy, for now.
I can relax until the weekend brings its usual chaos.

My cousin did text, and we chatted a good long time.
She’s still having a hard time adjusting to her mother’s death, made more complicated by the relationship, or lack of it, that they had.
You know, she and I both had very difficult relationships with our mothers.
We did not have a June Cleaver upbringing.
As she says, we share a bond of childhood trauma.

Then we got off on the great dumb orange one, and Heron had a fit.
He said with things as they are, not to be talking about the orange one on your phone or social media.
You just never know.

We discussed the need for Raven to carry his birth certificate at all times.
He is frequently mistaken for Hispanic, and in the current climate, one cannot dismiss the possibility of complications.
He is, after all, a tattooed brown man.

We discussed the autism registry and how bad an idea that is.

We got into a good gossip text.
It carried on for a while.

I do not like the world we find ourselves in now.
It’s so hateful, and it seems like we’re going backwards with regard to race and women’s rights.