Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya

Good morning. We were thrust awake by Podrick knocking over a floor fan. So we’re up, and it’s still fucking humid. I can handle the heat, it’s the soup that we’re breathing that, for lack of better words – is bullshit, man.

We’ll be heading to BiggerTown today, to get out of the house, and to just do something different for just the same old same old. We’ll grab some supplies – food and other things.

Well just get out of the house.

That’s a good thing.

So I’m gonna drink some coffee, and probably take some Advil, and some cold meds. We’ll be tip-top in a couple of hours, when we’re ready to go.

It’s Tuesday, I think. Hell, it could be Saturday for all I know. The days kind of blur all together.