I can’t go outside, I’m scared, I might not make it home Shawshank, September 22, 2020 It’s gonna be a busy day here at Shady Acres, in about an hour we’ll be heading to TotallyBiggerCity to get a part repaired for my father. Although he left the part at the farm, and my mom has to go out and get it. Thanks to that change of plans she’s frazzled. I totally see where I get it from now. It’s faster for us to go, and then he doesn’t lose any repair time. It’s about 2.5 hours to get there, and I’m still trying to convince my mom to stop at 5 Guys Burgers and Fries for lunch. Bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon, hot sauce, jalapeños, pickles, extra jalapeños, grilled onions, and mayo. Oh god, I can already taste it. I slept like a log last night. I took to of the night time sinus Tylenol’s again, and just passed right out. I got up at 6:47 peed and fell back asleep for 40ish minutes. Glorious. I had weird dreams about being in a second hand book store, trying to deal to get the Twilight Saga at a better price. I decided to shower last night. It’s a lot easier to do it at night, instead of getting in everyone’s way first thing in the morning. Now I can concentrate on the glorious art of coffee. I loves me some coffee. I should have enough time for two cups before we leave. Like I said my mom is frazzled, and was having a full blown conversation tell me all about her to go cups and if I want to use one I have to look for them I have a green one it’s over there if it’s too small there more but you have to look for them I’ll be right back. OMG I’m just making the coffee. It’s gonna be a long day, and I’m wearing jogging pants. Life blogbloggerbookscoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
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