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.