Honey, you’re the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be

Podrick wasn’t really Podrick this morning. He was just loud. Loud wakes me up. Sleep daddy also woke me up. I can’t explain it. Most of the time I like just the quiet music. But today I’ve reset the music to when Timmy’s was talking. But before I actually got up I was way off my playlist. Not off of it. Just too far down the playlist. I backed up 5 or 5 times to get to one I wanted.

By that time I was awake.

So here we are, it’s 6:02 in the morning, on my only day off until next Saturday. Maybe I’ll fall asleep at Shady Acres while waiting for dinner. Who knows. We were supposed to go over a little early so I could help fix the dryer. But my father isn’t feeling well from the chemo, so I’m we’ll just go over for dinner. I did tell my mom, that if he’s not feeling well, we can stay at home. But she needs a break too.

It’s way too early to keep putting coherent thoughts together, so just know deep down, my weather app is threatening snow in 8 days.

Winter is coming.