So, work till it kills you, but don’t actually die – liars, and tigers, and bears, oh my

We’re all awake in The Flat this morning. Podrick is in the window, watching a chickadee. For the last couple of days, it’s been pretty warm outside. People don’t seem to remember that there’s a good chance, a very good chance that there is an assload of snow on its way. I hope that I’m wrong, but just about every year, I get excited for the nicer weather.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a lot nicer. Like 56° nicer. The parking lot at work, is just a mud pit. Hopefully by today, or tomorrow it’ll be a lot dryer out there. I didn’t even wear a jacket most of the evening last night. It was so nice. Just a little too windy out.

I was out pretty quickly last night. Sometime in the night, I got up to use the bathroom. Podrick didn’t wander in, so I think that he was actually asleep somewhere. I’m happy that he sleeps somewhere. He was up and being Podrick pretty much before 5. I feel bad for Crystal, she’s already awake, and has to deal with him while desperately try to doze. I managed to lightly sleep. At one point I felt Pod flop next to my butt, but sadly he got up and ran away.

But, Pippin has finished her breakfast, so I’ll let her out of the bedroom. I guess it’s official. It’s time to start to wake up. More coffee? Lemme top that off for ya.