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Shawshank, August 19, 2023

Good morning fellow humans. I trust you all had a good rest cycle over the last few hours. I slept. It feels like I closed my eyes, and then the alarm went off. So yeah, I slept, but it didn’t feel like I got any sort of rest.

But here we are – Saturday. I just have a short shift, and then it’s the weekend. For a few seconds this morning I didn’t know what day it was. I thought it could possibly be Sunday. So I started mentally going through the chores that need to be done.

Thankfully though, it’s Saturday. I didn’t lose a day whilst I slept. It feels like it. Chaucer is trying to find a comfy spot to lay down. He finally found a spot on my lap. He’s a good guy.

Hopefully today will go quickly at work. I have to remember to grab some milk, and some mashed potatoes at the little grocery store for dinner tonight. I thought of that last night before going to bed, and I’m kinda proud that I remembered it this morning. And in order to ensure that I remember it this afternoon, I had to set a reminder for this afternoon.

I am of that age.

Reminders are a large part of my day.

Good times.

But right now, kitty snuggles. Morning chores, coffee, and snuggling my beautiful wife that’s sitting next to me. Happy Saturday everyone.

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