I don’t care that you’re a stoner red wine supernova, fall right into me

It’s so close to the weekend, I can taste it. I’ve been closing most of the week. It’s not too bad. It’s busier than the morning shift, but other than that, it’s pretty much the same, just in reverse.

We’re up, mostly dressed, partially caffeinated, and almost awake. I’ve been wearing a makeshift mask at night, as the fan kind of annoys whichever ear is up. It’s taken a little getting used to, but it’s really nice. I’ll have to look for an actual mask, as I’m just using a buff that was bought during the Pandemic.

Been catching what I can from the Olympics. I’ve been enjoying being a sports fan for a couple of weeks. I like cheering for Canada, and the US, and all other countries that I enjoy. It’s fun to watch all sorts of different sports that I normally wouldn’t watch.

It’s the town wide festival this weekend. I’m having reservations about going. I mean I want to go and to go to the small concert Saturday evening. But it is rather expensive. On the other hand, fuck all happens in this town, except for this once a year festival. It would be like, $75 for both of us to go to the fun stuff in the afternoon, and the concert at night. That doesn’t include any drinks. I’ll talk with Crystal today or tomorrow to see what she would like to do. I’m flip flopping on it. One moment I want to go and have a yum lunch, and pet farm animals, and on the other hand, I have to pay to get in, pay to eat, and we’re back home in about 20-30 minutes, until it’s time for the concert.

We’ll see.

More coffee please.