She’s a power girl in a nineties world and she knows just what to do

Here we are, awake again. Final push for the weekend. The dreaded 10-6 shift. Actually it’s closer to 9:30-6:15. But that’s not important. We’ll get through it. Sundays can go one of two ways: wicked busy, or deathly slow. I hope that it’ll be the third option: just busy enough to pass the day quickly.

I slept pretty good last night. Until this morning when I was having trouble breathing through my nose. The sleepy time talking guy wasn’t talking. Just sounds. I tried to focus on them, but my stomach was a little pained, and I figured I could sneak out to the bathroom.

Until I used the last of the trailer paper, and had to get more. And you can’t do that quietly, in this house. But I got more, and as quietly as possible. No cats tried to run into the closet.

So now, I’m just gonna surf the information super highway until 8. Then I’m gonna shower and mentally prepare for the day. Happy Sunday y’all!