I was up a little early. Nothing to really do with Podrick. One of the cats – probably Pippin, made it into the cabinet, and knocked over a jar of elastics. Hopefully, neither of them ate any of the elastics.

They’re both looking out the back door now.

Yesterday at work was crazy. Lots of people, because, fucking baseball is back again. And of course BossLady never gets a schedule for baseball, or hockey, or any other sport that rolls through town and adjusts the staffing. That would only happen if she actually worked an evening shift. First shift gets rushes, sure – but for minutes at a time. Second shift gets rushes for hours at a time.

One more shift, and two days off.

More coffee please.