‘Cause God blessed Texas with His own hand brought down angels from the Promised Land

Good morning. I’m awake. I feel terrible – Crystal, I don’t think has slept yet. Just under an hour ago, Crystal landed in the Line Star State. Only 3 hours before she climbs aboard her last plan to get into Florida.

I put the other weighted blanket on the bed last night. On top of the other one. I don’t think I moved last night. I now have two 30lb blankets on me.

Coffee.

It’s so quiet here, even with the TV on.

So I left Crystal at the airport, because she had to go through security. I left crying and paid the $8 to get out of the parking lot. I was very sad, tears streaming down my face. But I had a mission:

The Warhammer store. Goddamn it, I was going to have a little retail therapy. I got there, and the freakin door was locked. LOCKED. WTF?

Well from what I can gather, the manager is currently isolating due to COVID. Not even a note on the door or anything. Ugh. I hope he’s feeling better, but I was upset.

I figured that I’d drive across CapitalCity, and buy a book at the local chain book store.

EVERY book I searched for, wasn’t available. I could order it, but WTF, mate? I just want to buy something to make myself feel better, albeit temporary.

No luck.

I gassed the truck up, stopped at McDonald’s, and grabbed two cheese burgers and drove back to TinyTown.

So, yeah, happy Sunday. It’s chores day here. In a few hours though.

ich liebe dich sehr. Du wirst bald schlafen. die Katze ist auf dem Tisch.