This month marks 17 years since I started this blog. That might seem random, but I have a personal connection to that number. Regardless, thank you to everyone who's been reading this since the TV.com days and made the transition over to Blogspot. I know I've been very inconsistant about blogging during COVID, and I hope to rectify that over the summer.
The school year is over, and for the time being I'm burned out. Though there are school districts that have management issues and far worse problems, having two long-term sub assignments in an understaffed school certainly augmented my struggles. Regardless, I've been a substitute for 12 years, and I still intend to fill in for teachers for a 13th.
The last week of school was trouble compounded by more trouble. Beyond your typical end-of-year rowdiness, my Instagram was hacked on May 24th. Apparently, I replied to a friend's DM on the social media app, not realizing she was hacked. I did not disclose any personal information, all I did was reply. It took 29 days for Instagram to over any viable help; several attempts to contact tech support failed, but something went through on June 22nd. If you want to add me there, I'm @ohhimrallard.
Then the dog died. Eight months after Duke crossed the rainbow bridge, Hank the Dachshund succumbed to an inoperable tumor in his bile duct. He was a good boy... most of the time. I had mixed feelings about my sister buying him in a pet shop, but he very gradually ingrained himself into the family.
With that said, this has been an awful week in the news. I'll discuss that in my next dispatch.
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