Yeah, the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be is somewhere with you under a big old oak tree

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Well, 6:15 is a lot better than 5:30. He’s so much more of a morning person than I am. He’s just so hyper. Hopefully soon, he’ll relax a little more, and snuggle on the bed with us in the morning, instead of climbing the screen.

We wanting the Shady Acres yesterday afternoon. My dad isn’t feeling well from the chemo treatments. He’s still in somewhat good spirits – he can, for right now, joke about his hair loss. But we (I mean really none of us) what’re the shows that were on TV. I remember one episode about the Amber Room, and a couple of other history shows with paid actors doing recreations. Crystal played Civ 6. Mom and dad, watched shitty AI Facebook videos, and I surfed the information superhighway.

Back to work this afternoon. Monday through Friday – I don’t even really care about if I’m working the weekend or not, I’ll just be happy to have two days off in a row. So that’ll be fun. See in my mind, I’m already planning. Payday is Friday, so we’ll be going for groceries and supplies on Saturday, etc.

So yeah, it’s Monday – blah, blah, blah. At least the sun is shining for now. I wonder what kind of winter weather we’re going to get this afternoon. I have to admit, this will there or won’t there be spring is starting to get really old.

So let’s refill the coffees, and start the day. Happy Monday, everyone.

Honey, you’re the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be

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Podrick wasn’t really Podrick this morning. He was just loud. Loud wakes me up. Sleep daddy also woke me up. I can’t explain it. Most of the time I like just the quiet music. But today I’ve reset the music to when Timmy’s was talking. But before I actually got up I was way off my playlist. Not off of it. Just too far down the playlist. I backed up 5 or 5 times to get to one I wanted.

By that time I was awake.

So here we are, it’s 6:02 in the morning, on my only day off until next Saturday. Maybe I’ll fall asleep at Shady Acres while waiting for dinner. Who knows. We were supposed to go over a little early so I could help fix the dryer. But my father isn’t feeling well from the chemo, so I’m we’ll just go over for dinner. I did tell my mom, that if he’s not feeling well, we can stay at home. But she needs a break too.

It’s way too early to keep putting coherent thoughts together, so just know deep down, my weather app is threatening snow in 8 days.

Winter is coming.

Your eyes get me drunk, stronger than hundred proof

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Just a quick one today, guys.

Early morning here. And of course my brain loves to wake up when I have an alarm set. 3:45. Then 4:05. Then 4:15. Then 4:45. Finally at 4:57, I get up an turn off the alarm.

So far Podrick is being good.

I have one more shift, and then I’m off for pretty much 2 days, even though I only have Sunday off. So there will be rest and relaxation, as well as helping my dad fix the dryer.

So happy weekend to everyone. Soon I’ll be able to enjoy it as well!

But we were learnin’ on a sweet buzz

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It’s a little chilly out there. I hope that the wind will die down before work, but it’s winter here still so I doubt the wind will stop. But it is bright and sunny out there. We should barely get above freezing today. And I just checked, the wind will be with us until around 7.

Another closing shift tonight, then surprise, an opening shift. The guy I’m closing with tonight, is the co-worker that I’ll be working with tomorrow morning. I was off my game just a little last night, timing wise, so we didn’t get out 3 minutes after we closed. I used just about all the 15 minutes. But we still got out pretty quickly.

Winter truly has its claws into the region. There’s snow expected for Sunday and Monday. But that forecast has been bouncing around. Earlier this week that snow was supposed to be yesterday and today, and we were expecting 5-6 inches. Now it’s less than an inch – if we even get any.

Two days ago, it was 72°.

Today is a high of 33°.

So let’s scream at the top of our lungs: WHAT’S GOING ON?