Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow

Small changes in the plans this morning. BossLady had texted me I think shortly after dinner last night m asking if I was ready for work. Short story, long, we decided to play it by ear, and possibly open late, which is why this is getting posted close to my normal posting time, and not in the afternoon.

All roads in and out of TinyTown are still closed. Like in all those horror movies, we’re all alone. No way in or out. Isn’t this the start of either a vampire movie, or zombie? Hopefully that’s not the case.

It wasn’t too bad of a day. I took care of the chores almost in one fell swoop. Which is always possible, but for some reason, I like to stretch them out. After the chores, it was brunch time. As always, it went off without a hitch, and was very good.

From there, I got dressed and walked over to my parent’s place to begin the dig out. It did take too long to shovel their driveway from door to truck. Walked back home.

Then the winds started. There a lot of drifts around the Hot Mess Express. So I’ll have to dig out before work. If we work today that is.

I needs coffee. Happy Monday, bitches.