Ahh who doesn’t like Gregorian Throat singing? Right?

Hello party people, it is I, the Shank of Shaw. I’m home from another glorious day of work. And it was a slow one today. But we got what was needed done, plus defrosted two freezers.

So the store changed its hours and is now closed on Sundays. Wow, I never thought that people would be pissed off at this. But Yeppers, according to the towns bulletin board on Facebook, there’s two or three people really upset about this.

Oh well. It is what it is. We just don’t have the people to keep the shift.

It’s bright, it’s somewhat warm. That means it’s Tuesday here in TinyTown. I slept like the dead. I think once I got comfortable, I again, didn’t move. I woke up minutes before the alarm went off, in the same position as when I fell asleep.

Yesterday at work wasn’t too bad. According to all the old people that came in, “fucking Trudeau, and his fucking carbon tax. It’s going to raise the price of gas.” I don’t know if it was the carbon tax (whatever that is), but gas did go up yesterday. No one other than the old farmers, even noticed. If they did, then never said anything

So it goes.

Today, I’ll be heading in for the closing shift. I have two this week. Today, and Friday. The closing shifts not too bad. The time seems to go rather quickly. I’ll be doing the closing paperwork tonight. I figure that if I have a closing shift with TisimBoy, I’ll close. Simple, right?

I have a glorious Chaucer on my lap. Pippin on the other hand, is very happy that Crystal put out the table. So she’s looking out the back door. The sun is in her face, and Crystal says she looks like she’s melted.