Times get harder give me a fire starter, drench myself up in holy water

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We’re up again. It’s a new day. Podrick likes to use the bed as a jungle gym, and bound overtop of me, and probably Crystal as well, but I can only talk about me. After 4 or 5 times of him bounding and climbing over me, I mumbled, asking what time it is. When told, I rolled out of bed, and fumbled in the dark to get dressed.

The kitties are up as well. They been fed. Podrick’s gone back to his bowl 4 times already. Pippin enjoys her private dining in the bedroom. I have to remember to wash Pippin’s bed when I do the laundry. Yes, I did the laundry like 4 days ago, but the week between Christmas and New Years, is a crazy animal. I believe that everyone should all just have the week off.

Work wasn’t too bad yesterday. I spoke of it yesterday when I got home. We worked out asses off to get the store your a good standard. Yes, I know if we just would’ve kept it to a high standard when the BossLady went on leave we wouldn’t have to work as hard. Yes. I agree. But I work with millennials, and Gen Alpha. They don’t move unless motivated. Now with a day left before the boss returns, they’re motivated.

Chores today. Not too much. Just laundry and some light cleaning. Podrick is tearing around chasing Pippin around. In a little while, they’ll have piles of clothes to block there clear running.

Laundry will start with the rising of the sun. Until then, coffee and murders.

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing ’cause I built my life around you

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Sleep came quick last night, but I was up and down a lot. Instead of waking Crystal every time I wanted to know what time it was, I just looked at my phone. The first time I woke up it was 12:40, then 3:44, and then the alarm scared the shit out of me.

Alarm goes off.

I get up.

I turn the coffee pot on, do my bathroom stuff, and then turn on the TV. What’s this? No Dateline? Bombings? Oh shit, what a way to start the new year. Oh fuck my life, it’s Trump attacking a sovereign nation? Isn’t that an act of war?

Wait, wait, wait. He kidnapped the president of the country, and his wife?

This isn’t gonna be good.

I do my morning stuff, and when it’s time, I kiss The Beautiful One good bye, and minutes later, I’m at work. We cleaned for about 5 hours in preparation for the BossLady to come back to work on Monday. We now leave the rest of the cleaning list to the second shift crew tonight, and the same crew for tomorrow.

I’m tired, and my back hurts. But the shift went quickly. That’s a good thing.

Fish and chips for dinner.

House chores tomorrow. I still have half an episode of SmackDown! to watch.

And in the evening she’s a singer with the band, yeah

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Podrick was Podrick last night.

The mess was cleaned up this morning.

I slept pretty well, considering, I went to bed about an hour early, due to dizziness, and the fear of passing out. So I crawled, literally into bed, and went to sleep. Well, tried to. First, too hot. Next, too cold. Finally, I found the right section of the bed, and finally fell asleep.

Yesterday, I don’t think I left the house, except to shovel the sidewalk. It’s been a heck of a long time, since the last time I said I wasn’t going to leave the house. Finally, it came true. So we took turns on the Switch, playing Red Dead Redemption. By the end of the day, we both made it into Mexico. so, it’s now a whole new video game.

Back to work for the next two days. Christmas week, and the week after has been a shit show schedule-wise. Next week, we’re back to the regular schedule again. Time to get used to 5 days a week again!

I can’t wait until it’s somewhat day light again when we wake up in the mornings. It’s pretty depressing, waking up in the dark, and coming home from work in the dark. Since the solstice has come and gone the days should be getting longer again.

And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne

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Happy 2026! I hope ya a great year to you and yours, from me and mine.

We didn’t make it to midnight. In fact, we were probably unconscious long before midnight. We tried, but Crystal, like Icarus, flew too close to the sun, and was ready for bed. To tell the truth, so was I mostly. So we packed up our shit, and climbed into bed.

We slept for the remainder of the year.

And now, sleeping in for me is until 7:30 at the latest. That’s it. By the time 7 – 7:30 comes around, Podrick is hungry, and lonely. So he continues to walk across us, until I mumble,

Wha Tim is ittt?

And then, I roll out of bed, much to the happiness of a little orange ball of energy.

Happy 2026 everyone. Maybe this is the year. You know for something really good will happen down in the states.

Can we manifest that?

A couple of pretty flowers is what I brought to you

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Good morning everyone, it’s another dark morning out there. It’s almost the end of 2025. Australia is already there. Someone should do something about the international dateline. And time zones. Just think how smooth the international business community if everything was on Washington, DC time. Amirite?

Someone should tell him…

I’m off for the next two days. I would really just like to relax, and gain some spoons to be able to function like a normal human. Last night, I think I was tossy turny, as my masks came off twice in the night. I either woke up in the night, noticed that it was off, and found it, an put it on, or I fell asleep without putting it on, then woke up later, an had to find it again.

Maybe my masks need more straps?

Work wasn’t too bad, in the grand scheme of things. Neither me, nor my co-worker had any patience for people yesterday. We both want someone to win the Lottomax. Watching all these people almost desperate to win the 80 million jackpot. The customers think that they’re funny when they come in and as for the winning ticket. Or if one person buys a ticket after their friend, the friend will say, you just wasted your money, my ticket is the winning one.

But I digress.

I have to return the vacuum cleaner to my parents sometime today. That’ll be the only time I leave the house until Friday morning. I just want to exist and try and relax.

As a bonus, we’re going to try to make it to midnight tonight. I’m almost 100% sure we might make it to maybe 11:30, if we just don’t go to bed at our normal time. We’ll see. We haven’t made it to midnight in years.

Come on 2026, let’s goooooo!