Been real hot since Memorial Day. Got some good rain also. So at least it isn’t completely unbearable. I have slept quite a bit the last two days, mostly out of boredom.
Sunday, June 14 was my birthday. My parents came up for that. Brought in lunch from a deli in one of the local supermarkets. Pulled pork, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, and chocolate cake were excellent choices. I was glad they were able to make it up here. I was originally worried about them getting exposed to the virus while travelling. But they took precautions. I wear face masks whenever I answer my door and pick up deliveries. My dad joked that I may have been ahead of the curve when it came to getting groceries and supplies delivered to my house. Been getting groceries delivered for a few years now. Not many people did this when I first started, at least not in my town. But even in the small college community I live in here in Nebraska, it’s catching on.
Had a short breakdown a week ago. I always hate those. I feel bad that I rant and rave to my family during those. I do remember much of what I say during those breakdowns. But it’s almost like the impulse controls are no longer working. I feel sick that I take my frustrations out on family. I’ve had only one breakdown in public, that was five years ago when I yelled at a young cashier. I immediately apologized but I still felt so bad I stayed out of that store for over a month. I guess I don’t understand people who take out frustrations on customer service workers. Maybe I just have a big heart or just have more sympathy than some because I used to work in customer service. Thankfully I’ve never had a breakdown around my brother’s children. I love those kids and they are the last people I want to hurt.