Then the dream ends when the phone rings “you doing all right?”

It’s Friyay motherfuckers! The weekend is in sight! Can you smell it? I totally can, and it’s not Pippin that farted, that smell is the weekend!

Speaking of Pippin, she let me sleep all the way to my alarm. She didn’t even hear the alarm because she was out in the kitchen I think looking out the window.

We’re under heat watches for the next 2 or 3 days here. That means it’s gonna be warm. It’s already bright and sunny out there. My kitchen blinds are closed in hopes that some of the heat can be disapated. We’ll see when I get back at lunch to open the kitchen up and close the blinds in the living room.

But right now, I have coffee.

Happy Friyay!