Author: Shawshank

I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.

I can buy myself flowers write my name in the sand

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Well, we made it through another night. I wish I could say that I slept all the way through the night, but I was up on and off, once to head to the bathroom, and a couple of times, just for a time check. It wasn’t bad, I didn’t wake up all groggy. Just up for a couple of seconds, and then back to sleep again.

I already have Chaucer on my lap. The old man has been up for a little while. I think he was the reason I was up around five. Poor guy was just making sure everything was ok, when I didn’t get up at 4:30. He doesn’t realize that I’m closing for the next two days, and that means I don’t have to get up at 4:30. Transitioning to mornings on Tuesday evening will be the hardest, as I’m closing, so I’ll pretty much have one foot in the bed when I get home Tuesday night.

Yesterday was a good day. Chores were done in the morning, brunch in the late morning. Then for something different, I put in the new Mission: Impossible movie. I mean it was ok I guess. It just seemed to go from one action scene to the next without a lot of plot or story line. And it was long. Too long. I think it clocked in at 2hrs 40 minutes or so. It just seemed like a weaker movie. Hopefully part two will be able to clear it all up. But for now, it’s not my favorite out of the bunch.

But right now, slowly, this morning, I’ll be getting ready for work. It’s dark and foggy out there. It’ll be hard to figure out how to dress for the evening. I’ll figure it out. This is the first time that I’ve closed in a while. Should be fun, as I have to pay attention to the closing procedure just a little more that what I’ve been doing so far. I think there’s three of us tonight. Good times.

It’s getting freaky on the floor feel that rumbling sound

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Good morning world. We’re all awake here. Chaucer is crying to try and trash talk Pippin. Pippin is off somewhere doing Pippin things. The coffee has given us a gift this morning, in the form of liquid energy. I had a good sleep.

I can’t remember if I got up in the night. I think I looked at the clock at one point, but I don’t remember what time it was. I slept like the dead. I’m not too sore this morning. Over at Shady Acres, we ended up moving 3 beds. One from out of my mom’s room – that one will be sold on Facebook marketplace. One from my grandmothers room to my mom’s room. And my dad’s bed from the basement, up to my grandmothers room. Then some things out of my dad’s basement room, up to his new room upstairs.

Whew. I hurt this morning.

Thankfully, there’s nothing to do today. Other than the typical chores for a Sunday. Plus, brunch. We can’t forget the goodness that is brunch. There’s nothing else planned. Possibly a nap this afternoon. Maybe not. Who knows, the whole day is ours to do what we want.

I need more coffee. Have a super Sunday my friends!

There’s a finger on her lips and a swagger in her hips

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Good morning, world. It’s ya boy, Shawshank. We’re awake, and I’ve slept in. All last week, I’ve been getting up at 4:30, so today, when it’s my day off, I slept in until the alarm went off at 7. Well that’s a bit of a lie, I’ve been mostly up since shortly after 6. I got up and peed, and climbed back into bed. I couldn’t really breathe, no matter which side I tried to sleep on. That’s ok, because I still slept in.

Not too much on deck for today. Once it gets light outside, I’ll text my mom and ask her if coming over at 2 would be fine. I have to help to move a bed from the basement, to the main floor. Then I have to unload the wood pellets from the truck. I had forgotten about the wood pellets.

But before all that happens, there’s just relaxation this morning. I’m still sore from Thursday, when I had to go over to Shady Acres to fill up some jugs with pellets. I think I filled up 5 or 6 of them just to get them through the rest of the week. So I’m a little twitchy from that every time I sit down my back, right beside my right shoulder blade now likes to twitch.

The coffee tastes pretty good this morning. I think I like the taste of it at 7 am. It hits different at 4:30. It had a job to do at 4:30, and it’s not allowed to be late. Days off for coffee, is like working from home. It shows up when it wants to, and says drink of me, and prosper. At 4:30, it’s like an intense staff meeting that is simply to wake me up. It’s not fun but needs to happen. I much prefer days off.

Ok, I’m rambling. Let’s get our coffee on, and start the day. I hope y’all enjoy your weekend. Let’s make the best of it. Oh shit, I need bread, y’all. Bread.

And I’ve only just realised that I’m actually so far out your league

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Finally, it’s motherfucking Friyay! It’s been a hella long week for me. Up wicked early all week. I get a bit of a reprieve next week, as I’m closing for two days, and then three opening shifts. Not the greatest, but it could be worse.

You see, a coworker quit only giving 1 weeks notice, so with all the schedules being changed, my manager decided that this week was the week that I get trained on how to open, and to be a key holder. Today was the day that I opened the store under basic supervision. I managed to get the store open, with only one mistake.

That’s a good thing.

But the day was wicked slow. Like our first customer came in at 7:17. Just about an hour and half after we opened. It stayed slow like that until about 1. Course it was really really foggy out there. It’s just started to lift about an hour ago. But it’s still windy out there.

I can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow.

I’m so tired.

I’ll be ok? Because today is date night. I’m trying to decide between breakfast for dinner, or wings. I’ll have to figure it out before we get there. I’m thinking wings. I’m kinda craving something spicy.