Author: Shawshank

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

Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night

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I almost slept until the alarm. Well, I pretty much did. I think I tried to get a look at the clock sometime this morning. Looked at it, and closed my eyes until the alarm went off. Good morning my friends. It’s a gray morning here, and I’m wearing pants.

Yesterday was quite possibly one of the best sloth days that we’ve had. We didn’t do really anything. After brunch, I loaded up Skyrim. Don’t you worry your little heads, I’m not giving up of TotK. I just wanted to try something different. I’m level five, and it’s not too bad. It’s a total change from what I’m used to. I’ll keep trying it!

For dinner, Crystal suggested that we make some chicken Caesar wraps. So I saved some bacon from brunch, and fried it up while the chicken and fries were in the oven. It was wicked good when we finally got everything out together.

So yeah, I’m going back to work today. I don’t know if it’ll be a full day, or a half day. If I was a betting man, I’d probably bet that I’d be just working a half day today. I don’t think BossLady will be in today, and Tuesdays are pretty much quiet, so I’m gonna assume right now that I’ll be home at noon. But we’ll see, it could be a steady day that requires me to stay most of the day. We’ll see.

But for now, I need a refill, and maybe some cold meds. Hap hap happy Tuesday my friends.

At night we’re painting your trash gold, while you sleep

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Finally, I slept all the way through the night. Huzzah! Crystal even got up sometime in the morning, and I didn’t hear or feel her get up. Hot dog, that was a much better sleep than I’ve had the last 3 or 4 days.

So far, it’s bright and sunny outside. It rained in the night, so the ground is still wet, and there’s puddles. It’s supposed to be a little cooler than it’s been. I’ll take it, winter is coming.

Nothing planned for today. It’s gonna be a sloth day for sure today. The only thing that I want to do is brunch a little later. It’s the long weekend, and everything is closed. So we’ll just hang out and do labor day things. Which means TV, video games, bacon, and relaxation.

But before the relaxation, comes the coffee. Yep, short post this morning, but that’s ok. I don’t have minimums or maximums for posting. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.

Happy day of labors!

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Morning. It’s been a long morning so far. I’ve been up, on and off, since about 3:40. First it was just to get up and pee, then I had a slight stomachache, then I was just trying to get comfortable. Suddenly, I hear something falling and spilling. I fly out of bed. I think it’s around 5ish at this point. I can’t find anything, and suspiciously, the cats are no where to be found. I thinking Chaucer was asleep on the bed, and when Pippin jumped down off the shelf in the bathroom, the allergy pills took a tumble. I think I got most of them.

I climbed back in bed, got comfortable. That’s when the nightmares started. I remember them, mostly. I couldn’t recognize where we were, but we were there, with other people that I didn’t know. And in that crowd that’s when I found out Crystal was leaving. And had already divided all the stuff, and was leaving.

Good times.

Luckily, that’s not the case and when I woke up, she was still next to me, sleeping. And all the kittens were snuggled up on the bed, which also explains why I could pull the blanket up this morning. I couldn’t figure it out at the time.

So yeah, we’re awake. We have coffee, and the kittens have been fed. Chaucer is snuggled up in between us, and Pippin is looking out the back door. Chores will be started in a little while. I don’t know if we’ll be picking apples this afternoon, but I do know I’ll be taking up my position at the bbq to this afternoon and cooking steaks.

I think I need more coffee.

Nibblin’ on sponge cake watchin’ the sun bake

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Good morning! It was almost a good sleep. I almost made it through the whole night. It was only the last hour, or hour and a half at the end, that I was uncomfortable, and tossy turny. So more than likely, I’ll be almost a 100% tonight. Hopefully.

It’s bright and sunny, and the kittens are both on the back door table, soaking up the sun. They love the back door table, and will fight to see who gets control of the table. They take turns being high commandant of the table. It’s quiet, so they are sharing control of the table.

Yesterday wasn’t actually too bad. BossLady was in a pretty good mood, and we were joking around, and I had some tasks that I wanted to complete. I got one done, but we went in another direction. Get this, I swept the deck, then I washed it off in an effort to make it look clean, and not all dusty and dingy.

But now it’s the long weekend, or the way a lot of people call it here – the September long. That’s how they talk about all the long weekends around here. Weird huh? When I first got hear and heard that, it kinda confused me to hear phrases like that. Now it still sounds strange.

Not too much on tap for today. We have to go into SlightlyBiggerTown for a weed run. I got a little extra commission in the check, so I’ll be surprising Crystal by actually buying some weed, while she picks up the vape cartridges. Then all we will have to do is figure out the lunch situation.

Look at me, writing a novel here. How many have actually made it this far? The kittens are chasing a fly. Well Pippin is, Chaucer just stares at them. He couldn’t care less about flies, or other little buggies. Old man is gonna old.

So fill up your coffee mugs and salute the September long. The last weekend of the summer. And you know what that means, don’t you?

Winter is coming.