So I wake up and it’s dark. It’s dark because, it’s still dark out. My face feels weird. Both masks are gone. Great, someone took the masks off my face in the night. I try to calmly pat around my side of the bed to find them. Eventually, almost in a quiet panic, I find them, and Sleep Daddy is still playing on the speakers.

I slept a little more. Mostly dozing, because it’s close to the actual time that Podrick should be up and around. He’s actually running late. But I’m mostly up now, because I’m so freaking stuffed up. Bring on winter! The 8 months of the year that I don’t need to take allergy pills.

But it’s almost the freakin weekend. Two days off in a row. I’m very excited for it. I’ll still be somewhat busy with chores, and all that fun stuff. It’s also grocery week, so we’ll be doing that as well. Sunday, I have to clean the pellet stove, and bring down the rest of the pellets. I think I have twelve bags to bring down. Yeah, I’ve been putting it off. past Shawshank writes cheques that Future Shawshank has to cash.

One more shift until the weekend. Let’s fuckin goooo!