I always know there’s treasure buried somewhere in the junk

Good morning my friends! I hope you’re well on this (I think) very cold morning. Perhaps it’s -40 out there. I don’t know. I will consider it sunny, 75°, with just a slight breeze, until it’s proven otherwise.

I didn’t have that bad of a sleep. Lately, I’ve been having trouble falling asleep. I can’t get the volume correct in the first (or sometimes second) try. Then, like last night, I fall asleep when he pauses talking, and as soon as he starts back up again, that’s when I wake up. Even on some of the tried and true Sleep Daddy’s. His voice is relaxing, but after some silence m, or at least just done really soft music, his voice is a little jarring.

Back to work this morning. The all day shift. It’s not bad m, is what I keep telling myself. I don’t mind Sundays. “You open at 10, then you look at the clock and it’s noon. Then you look again, and it’s 3, and that means you start your closing checklists.

Sometimes it works like that, some times you look at the clock after opening at 10, and you work 3 or 4 hours, and then you look at the clock, and it’s 10:15. That’s just how it works out in the grand scheme of things.

So let’s get some more coffee, and a shower coming up soon. Then I’ll almost be ready to greet the day. Fuck yeah, everyone! It’s the lords day!