One’s got the matches, one’s got the lashes one’s running her mouth again

Up early. But change of plans for the day. My grandmother is very very sick, so I’ll be escorting my dad to YetAnotherBigTown today. It’s about 5 hours away. He has a big scan today, so I’ll be there with him, while my mom is pretty much on death watch.

So this’ll be a short post, as I’m gonna drink some coffee, then get dressed, and prepare to leave in like an hour and a half. It’s gonna be a long long day. Hopefully it’s a good good one.

Ain’t the last time I’ll show up drunk enough to throw a punch

Its been a morning so far here. Podrick and I aren’t talking this morning. He knows just how to push my buttons. Every time. The coffee has been brewed, and is currently being consumed.

I don’t even know what to write this morning. I’m tired, and I’m struggling to come up with anything would be interesting. Here in TinyTown, nothing much happens. I went to Shady Acres yesterday to bring in the wood pellets and to clean the stove.

It too about an hour to bring in the pellets, then to clean the stove. I have it down to a science now. I could probably do it in my sleep if I had to. There’s still more pellets to bring down. I haven’t decided if I’ll bring in a couple a day, or head over to Shady Acres tomorrow while my parents are in CapitalCity for cancer stuff, and just bring in all of them in one go.

On the way home, I stopped at the tiny grocery store for something for dinner. I had an idea of what I wanted to make. I only had to head up to work for the main ingredient. After that, we did things, which I can’t remember.

For dinner, we had ghetto chicken parm, and it was spectacular. We watched an episode of FBI, because Netflix and RAW were acting up. After the episode, I took a chance and put on the episode of RAW, while it was still live – to not get commercials, and it actually played.

It wasn’t the best episode, but I was still sports entertained. Welcome to Tuesday. Make it count, y’all.

Pretend you’re not a mess, be the happy family in the front pew

Podrick got me up a little early this morning. He had the straw out of one of Crystal’s water jugs. I took it, but I know if I tried to go back to bed, he would escalate. It’s was 6:30. I had already been up once, maybe 20 minutes earlier.

So I’m up. I closed the door to the bedroom with Crystal, and Pippin in it. Hopefully Crystal will be able to sleep for a little while longer. She needs the sleep more than me. Podrick is being OK right now. He’s just following me around because he wants to be fed, but since Pippin eats in the bedroom, he has to wait.

I have to go over to Shady Acres today. I have to clean the pellet stove, and haul in probably 10 (oh god, I hope it’s just 10) bags of pellets. I’ll do that after my chores, and brunch here. So probably by 1 or so.

Two days off to do as little as possible. Think it’ll happen? Coffee first.

Who will you call up when the plane starts to go down?

We climbed into bed last night, kisses were exchanged. Snuggles started. I turned on my sleepy time video, and got comfortable. Within, probably just a couple of minutes, I was out. Dead to the world.

That hasn’t happened in a long time.

I stayed asleep until Podrick started his shenanigans this morning. He was digging on Crystal’s side of the bed, namely on her nightstand. She removed him from the bedroom, and took him out to the living room. I think I slept another half hour?

Work was pretty slow last night. We were supposed to have two deliveries. They never showed up. Like I said, three of us, no deliveries. I wasn’t feeling too great yesterday, so I talked to the co-workers and said if they didn’t mind, I’d leave around 7:30. I did most of the closing tasks for them, and took off at 7:30.

I came home, and made some dinner for myself, and we hunkered down to watch some TV. We’re just about all the way through the 4th season of Yellowstone, so we watched a couple of episodes. From there we watched some Who’s line, and had our evening snack. Then move on to the top paragraph.

Back to work this afternoon. Everyone’s working for the weekend. Only a couple more shifts, and weekend off. Happy Thursday y’all.

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

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.