Tumble outta bed – and I stumble to the kitchen Shawshank, January 8, 2021 Good morning beautiful people. We made it, happy Friyay. Is Friday, still a Friday when you work on Saturday? I think that’s a question for the ages. It’s like a chicken or the egg. I passed right out last night. And I don’t think that I moved at all. I’m pretty sure I woke up in the same position as I fell asleep in. Coffee. But now I’m awake, and I’m getting ready to greet the day. I don’t want to, I’d rather go back to bed and sleep in. I haven’t slept in since Montreal. I hope everyone has a really Good Friday, do that workout, get sweaty. Grab that kitty and dance with them to a funny song. They’ll love the attention. I loves you. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life This is the song that never ends – it goes on and on my friends August 6, 2021 Good morning! Hap hap happy Friyay! We made it people! It’s all down hill from here. A quick little jaunt to the office and suddenly it’s 5 pm. And it’s the weekend! If only time worked that way. Amirite? You know the drill. Coffee is brewing and the news is… Read More
Life I wish I was in Tijuana eating barbequed iguana April 14, 2023 Awake. After imbibing some very yummy brownies, we hung out and watched some TikTok’s and then went to bed. Suddenly, the alarm went off, and here I am. Happy Friyay all! It snowed in the night, and it’s still snowing right now. As my mother would say – there’s a… Read More
Life Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight March 16, 2021 It’s freaking snowing out. I’ll let that sink in. More snow. It was just about all gone. We were close to not having to clean the cars off, or now having to play the game “is there sheer ice under the snow?” It’s back to work today. BossLady will be… Read More
Friday: sunny, chilly. I actually spent a solid minute last night where I had to mentally convince myself it was Thursday, because my internal clock is completely borked since leaving work. Helpfully, Shawshank‘s morning post comfirmed today is Friyay. He also pondered whether or not Friday is really the start of the weekend if one has to work on Saturday. I want to know if it’s really the start of the weekend if you don’t work at all. Is it buffalo chicken and sweet potato fry night if every day could be a weekend? I spent much of post-workout yesterday lounging about in my rammy-jammies. I kept busy over the weekend and the beginning of the week with the test site I’d set up to demo the inventory/shop site for Shawshank to show his boss. However, now that he’s set it up and he’s adding items, I don’t have anything to “work on”. I’m a little lost right now. I told Shawshank to keep an eye on me. He’s worried about how I’ll handle this weird period of time until I can actually leave here. There’s still stuff to do, but not a lot left. Unlike work, household stuff’s not enough to keep me occupied and out of my thoughts. Yesterday was probably the worst I’ve been in a long time, and I can’t even remember the last time I reached that point. The same old rumination bullshit. I was alternately replaying past events as they actually happened and then spiraling through things that could have been done or said with different outcomes. It wasn’t good. So I’m trying to keep up with a mini routine of workouts and Netflix and Albion. Every other day I put real clothes on and pretend to be a robot in a skin suit and do some chores. Things are still progressing with the sale of the house. Today, I have to call the mortgage company. I need payoff amount for the title company, and I need to talk about options for this month. My stimulus hasn’t come in yet, botching budgety things a little. Tomorrow, workers will be in to handle a few repairs: some random electrical things, peeling paint, a couple of corroded pipes, and some stairway issues. An appraiser will be by on Monday afternoon. Time for clothing. Today s a human day. Like this:Like Loading…Related Posts:It’s another Fry-YayYesterday Was ThursdayMake it to the WeekendFriday MusingsFriday Eve is good.OH LAWD, IT’S FRIDAY. Reply