From Mozambique to those Memphis nights, the Khyber Pass to Vancouver’s lights

Good afternoon to all 2 people that actually read what I write. It’s ok, I understand that what I write is far too advanced for mere mortals to take in and understand – but, please keep at it. You can do it!

I was up at the ungodly hour – the hour that should be outlawed, and removed from every clock in the world; 5am. According to my alarm clock it was 5am, but in reality, it was 5:16 according to the stove clock. I brewed some coffee, and then fed the kittens. Pippin ate like a lady, all dainty. Podrick wolfed down a couple of mouthfuls of food, then was very lovey and snuggly.

Work wasn’t too bad. We got in and got to work. I got the store ready to open, and then it was time to measure the gas and the diesel. By the time I was done that, it was time to turn the sign on, and mentally prepare to greet the first customer that strolled in about 40 minutes later.

Work was actually busy for a Saturday opening. A lot of people decided today was the day that they wanted to get gas. We pumped a lot of fuel this windy day. I have totally had to get my toque out of the truck – when you have no hair, the wind is pretty chilly.

But I’m at home now, with The Beautiful one, Podrick, who’s playing with a soda cap, and Pippin, who is keeping an eye on him, as well as looking out the front window, surveying her queendom. Me? I’m gonna start laundry, because my clothes are filthy, and it’ll help me stay awake.