Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I’d hide

It’s three am, Pippin. I don’t care if you don’t come to bed. Just be quiet so I can sleep.

Me, because I said it. At 3 am.

Good morning my friends. It’s a gray, wet, rainy day here so far. As you can see from the quote above, Pippin was simply a playing kitten last night/this morning.

But sleep found both of us. Of course, it was too short. BossLady is gone, but will be within a couple of hours of the store today. With the terrible sleep, and slightly salty mood I’m in, it’s a guarantee that she’ll be in the store this afternoon. I hope she won’t, but she probably will.

But it’s Friyay, and that means the weekend is in sight. For the first time this month, I’ll be working the Saturday. That’s ok, I don’t mind working on Saturdays. they usually go pretty quickly.

But before all this can happen, shit, I need coffee something terrible this morning.

So let’s all exclaim “Happy Friyay!” And let’s get ready for the weekend!