So work was good yesterday. I managed to put out some fires, and sell a few things. Big ticket items. I felt really good when I left the shop.

The commute home was pretty easy. Five minutes on foot and I was home. What I didn’t know is that my dad had been home since 3:30, and was working on the bed frame to the king sized mattress. I had to rush around to clean out my room. Everything out. Disassemble the day bed. Books in a old ladies style shopping cart.

Then we started to build. We stopped once to have dinner, and by 8ish I believe, the bed was on it and by 9, made and everything was back in the room.

I slept well, I didn’t stretch out I stayed in the size of the day bed. The one thing I noticed right before blissful sleep took hold was;

Wow, this is the first bed that me feet don’t hang off the end. That’s cool.

Then I was out like a light, and didn’t really move until right before my alarm went off.

Coffees on, happy Saturday y’all!