You want a piece of my heart

Greetings from the day before the weekend. Is it still a Friyay if you’re working on Saturday? Ahh, the age old question. It’s a somewhat dark morning, but it doesn’t feel too bad out there.

It’s another late night tonight. It’s the second of three ladies night at work. Not a big of a crowd but still in the double digits. Hope like the last, these ladies will buy some furniture and furniture accessories.

My back is still angry with me, and my face is a little puffy. My left eye is looking rather nasty. I’m keeping an eye on it, and really trying to remember the feelings that I had when I had shingles last year. I really hope that it’s not shingles but maybe just something that’s not shingles.

I was tossy turny for most of the morning. I know I got up around three to use the bathroom. Then just mostly awake from about 6:30 on. I was expecting the alarm, but it still scared me.

But the faster the day starts, the faster it’ll be over, right? Right? Happy Friyay my friends, let’s raise our coffee cups for a Friyay salute.