Don’t let ’em pick guitars or drive them old trucks let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such

I woke up one minute before the alarm. I think Sir Chaucer was getting sick in my vicinity. Either way, the alarm went off, and I found myself alone in the bed. Crystal had a bit of a coughing fit, she told me. I didn’t hear anything.

It took a few extra minutes to fall asleep. At one point I thought, I don’t think I’ll fall asleep. I was too warm, I couldn’t breathe through my nose, and then suddenly, I was out. No fade to black, or anything like that. I think I was just out.

I got up once in the night. It was either 1am or 3am. I don’t know. I don’t think my eyes focused too fast, and my brain just filled in what I wanted to see. I got up, did my thang, and quietly climbed back into bed to snuggle the queen.

Once I got comfortable, I don’t think I moved until the untz untz wub wub was over. Now I have a Chaucer by my feet, and the tiny Pippin all stretched out on my lap.

It’s the start of a long weekend. It’s a good start if you ask me. Anytime I have Crystal next to me, and the cats close by, it’s a good day. The coffee is just an added bonus.

As usual, nothing is really on the table this morning. Later on, we’ll be heading to SlightlyBiggerTown for groceries, and some more weed. Crystal’s vape battery shit the bed, and only works whilst plugged in, so we’ll grab another one for her. And a couple of carts. But that’s about it. I have to make a shopping list.

But first coffee. Happy Saturday motherbitches. I hope y’all have a good long weekend. If you don’t have a long weekend this week, I’m sorry son, maybe next time.