This week I figured out how to change the batteries in the number pad on my door. It was far easier than I expected and I was pleased.
I went to visit some family.
I took the car to the dealership and got the oil changed and the turn signal changed and they charged me $50 for a clamp. I thought about arguing, but frankly, I couldn’t work up the vim.
I made hot lunches for the week in the crockpot. One of my projects has to do with determinates of health, so I put in things like beans and extra vegetables because apparently eating beans and fiber can add 13.7 years to my life. I even made brown rice.
I did some more work on a data science course I’m taking.
I went to the gym and arranged stuff for brownies and did the laundry and housework.
I’m a week from turning 40. I think that’s an adult.
Everyone told me that adulthood was fun.
Is that a thing I should expect the day after my birthday?