for want of a battery

Okay, I should have gotten batteries from home, but I honestly thought I had both AA and AAA here at the apartment. I'm rolling in AA but seem to have no AAA. However, there are some in my office at school, so I guess I'll set up my new weather station / atomic clock tomorrow evening.

I set up a new Facebook "cause" account, calling it Invisible Friendless. It's for my more open-minded tolerant friends. However, I suspect it's going to be more complicated than I expected to get the nontheistic stuff moved to that account rather than my personal account. Sigh. Everything is always too complicated. I want to bring my thermometer / humidity detector that I've long had at the apartment to work. It gets very cold and dry at the office, and the thermometer I have there is not reliable.

I'm being observed again tomorrow. It's so silly and useless. I really hate that after over 25 years of teaching, I'm treated like a recent graduate. The people who observe me are usually not in my field (I had a Spanish teacher last year) or have no clue what rhetoric and composition is or does.

I dreamed the other night about retiring, trying to convince my husband that my Social Security was sufficient to replace my current salary. Alas. I would love to retire so I could pursue my arts and crafts, reading, non-academically oriented studies. My husband laughed at me and said (rather rhetorically), "In your dreams."

My poor baby Simon (hardly a baby at age 14+, 15 in May) spent a lot of time on my nice warm lap this past weekend. I keep seeing ads for Maine Coon cats (a breed my husband likes), but I know that we can't add to our cat population. Simon is too fragile. He'd embark on diarrhea without end. Additionally, it might be nice to be cat-free for just a few weeks/months, once Simon leaves this mortal coil. I hope he lives to be 20+ but he's getting more feeble as time passes. Currently he's in good health (not counting his dental issues), but he's slowing down. Even six months ago, he would not have slept for hours on my lap.

Maria and her religious cult-fellows are angry with me and attacking me for my lack of theistic belief. Oh, I am just so worried. Sorry, Maria, but if there is anyone in the world who has led a screwed-up life, it's you. Your one and only marriage (to a mentally disabled man) has ended in divorce. You have three sons, but one of them has a different father than the other two. (One of the two with the same father is apparently mentally challenged in a violent way, like his dad.) The other is a smart-ass who thinks he knows everything. He even spelled "atheist" incorrectly.

It's amazing how often these people think they hold the moral high ground, when in actuality, they are usually morally degenerate. I don't need an Invisible Friend to be moral. I don't cheat. I don't lie. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. What you see is what you get, like it or not.