So, work till it kills you, but don’t actually die – liars, and tigers, and bears, oh my

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We’re all awake in The Flat this morning. Podrick is in the window, watching a chickadee. For the last couple of days, it’s been pretty warm outside. People don’t seem to remember that there’s a good chance, a very good chance that there is an assload of snow on its way. I hope that I’m wrong, but just about every year, I get excited for the nicer weather.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a lot nicer. Like 56° nicer. The parking lot at work, is just a mud pit. Hopefully by today, or tomorrow it’ll be a lot dryer out there. I didn’t even wear a jacket most of the evening last night. It was so nice. Just a little too windy out.

I was out pretty quickly last night. Sometime in the night, I got up to use the bathroom. Podrick didn’t wander in, so I think that he was actually asleep somewhere. I’m happy that he sleeps somewhere. He was up and being Podrick pretty much before 5. I feel bad for Crystal, she’s already awake, and has to deal with him while desperately try to doze. I managed to lightly sleep. At one point I felt Pod flop next to my butt, but sadly he got up and ran away.

But, Pippin has finished her breakfast, so I’ll let her out of the bedroom. I guess it’s official. It’s time to start to wake up. More coffee? Lemme top that off for ya.

It ain’t what you think and I’m still writing songs

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Podrick was being Podrick this morning. I couldn’t really hear him, but I could feel Crystal stopping him doing what he was doing. She does her best to keep him off things, and as quiet as possible. She does a great job of trying to control him in the morning.

I got up just once in the night. I don’t know what time it was. But I do know that whatever time it was, Podrick didn’t come out from wherever he was for some snuggles. I didn’t stay out of the bedroom too long. Just did what I needed to do, and made my way back into the bed.

We didn’t do a whole lot of anything yesterday. I went out 2 times more than I wanted too. We had to switch some American money to Canadian, so I went up to the bank. Sometime in the last two years, they changed their hours. I went home to wait for them to open.

They opened, and I drove over. They said they couldn’t exchange anything as their money computer was broken, and the tech would be in town in about 3 hours. Couldn’t wait. I guess I made a face? And the teller said she can deposit it to my account, and then pull it out later.

You can do that?

In the past, the bank would tell me they could just exchange the cash. They told me years back that they couldn’t just put it in my account.

Fair enough.

With the American money deposited in my account, I went and paid the vet bill from Podrick’s 3 minute vet visit that ended in the vet saying if he’s too much, maybe consider giving him away.

What. The. Fuck.

Instead of paying right away, I let them bill us. Give Podrick away? Never! He’s a part of this family. He’s just quirky.

Then it was up to work to get some maple syrup, and coffee creamer. I gave back a pen, plus a second one to my manager and apologized for stealing it. (It’s a whole big joke). She laughed, I laughed. I drove the hell home.

If you wanna know the rest, hey buy the rights.

I hope she’s drinking tonight, she’ll need a ride and I’ll have a Chevy waiting right outside

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I know, I know, it’s not Sunday, but traditionally Sunday are my chores days, and today is a chore day, so goddamn it, I’ll use the tag. You can’t stop me. see, I know you’re try, but I don’t care!

Yesterday actually wasn’t too bad, considering I was working with someone that’s never worked a Sunday, and I think has only worked maybe 6-7 (🤣) shifts before this. The day went relatively quickly, for the most part. And of course, 5:20, the town collectively went “”holy fuck my dudes, I have wasted my entire day, so since the store is only open for another 40 minutes, I need to get me some gas, because I don’t know proper time management, and I am a bad person. But I’ll crack stupid ass jokes that I think are funny to the tired clerks, in a n effort to make them laugh, so I feel better about my inadequacies. But I digress. Me and NewGirl handled it, and within about 30 minutes, we had tamed the beast.

The next 10 minutes flew by. We counted everything. Double counted a couple of things, and then the lights were turned off, and we were on our way. I was going home, I have no idea where NewGirl went with her mom, I’m assuming home.

And that was the Sunday. Today is chore day, and brunch day, which will be happening a little later on. I’ll start chores first.

We didn’t do too much after I got home. I threw a pizza, and garlic bread into the hot box for dinner. We sat down and shoved both in our mouth. For 30 minutes it sounded like two apex predators were feasting on a gazelle that they took down. Cheese and sauce were flying. Afterwards, Crystal couldn’t find her vape, so I let her use mine. I jokingly suggested that Crystal preheat the vape. Then she sucked for a full 10 seconds, and didn’t choke to death. Fuck yeah!

Let’s get this day started.

I always know there’s treasure buried somewhere in the junk

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Good morning my friends! I hope you’re well on this (I think) very cold morning. Perhaps it’s -40 out there. I don’t know. I will consider it sunny, 75°, with just a slight breeze, until it’s proven otherwise.

I didn’t have that bad of a sleep. Lately, I’ve been having trouble falling asleep. I can’t get the volume correct in the first (or sometimes second) try. Then, like last night, I fall asleep when he pauses talking, and as soon as he starts back up again, that’s when I wake up. Even on some of the tried and true Sleep Daddy’s. His voice is relaxing, but after some silence m, or at least just done really soft music, his voice is a little jarring.

Back to work this morning. The all day shift. It’s not bad m, is what I keep telling myself. I don’t mind Sundays. “You open at 10, then you look at the clock and it’s noon. Then you look again, and it’s 3, and that means you start your closing checklists.

Sometimes it works like that, some times you look at the clock after opening at 10, and you work 3 or 4 hours, and then you look at the clock, and it’s 10:15. That’s just how it works out in the grand scheme of things.

So let’s get some more coffee, and a shower coming up soon. Then I’ll almost be ready to greet the day. Fuck yeah, everyone! It’s the lords day!

Stronger than a couple hundred bottles of Johnny Red

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Here I am, fam. It’s ya boy. Yeah I was up early today. Opening shift at the shop. It was very slow at the beginning, but TinyTown slowly woke up and needed to buy shit.

So we sold the shit.

And they were happy with that.

Other than that, I went over to Shady Acres, brought in wood pellets, cleaned the stove. Then I went back upstairs and fixed their Netflix for them, and made sure it’s working, and told my parents that if needed I could drive my dad to CapitalCity if he needs me to so he can get chemo.

Back to work tomorrow. Technically only an hour longer than today, but open to close feels a hell of a lot longer. Probably because I have to both opening and closing paperwork.

Good times.

Now to find replacement shoes. Because I’m old.