Notice how his mouth never moves… Almost Shawshank, January 9, 2024 Good morning my friends. It’s dark, and cold, so that must mean that it’s Tuesday. Yeppers, back up early again, that also means that I have an early shift. Actually, I have early shifts all week. It’s ok, downside: I have to be up wicked early. Upside: I have the afternoon off. So we went to bed last night, and did what people do when they go to sleep. At midnight, I’m awake. I open my eyes to look at the clock, thinking it’s a couple of minutes before the alarm is supposed to go off. To my surprise, it’s midnight. My heart smiled, knowing I still had 4.5 hours to sleep. I rolled over, and passed out again. Yesterday was a nice and lazy day. We didn’t do anything. Actually we watched weather related YouTube shows, and tried to nap. I think Crystal got to nap, but it just wasn’t in the cards for me. That’s ok. For dinner I cooked Poutine. Of course it was good. We were both stuffed. That was the day. Now it’s back to work. It’s alright, I don’t mind the work. Happy Tuesday everyone. I hope y’all have a great day. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTownup early
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