We got hit pretty hard by the storm though it wasn’t half as bad as the dire threats that we expected. After working so hard this week I finally collapsed in bed for the afternoon. It was bad out earlier so I took PTO time for the day and decided to crash. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and with all the extra work on the wood I was pretty much a zombie. I’d probably still be in bed, however, the garbage man DID show up today and the dogs went insane as usual. That was enough to get me out of bed.
It’s raining now. Cat the cat wants out and he’s loudly complaining that I’m a meanie head for not putting him out in the storm. I try to explain that I love him and that going out in the wet and high winds (it’s still kinda crappy out) would be a bad thing. He doesn’t want to listen. He’s a very hands on kind of cat. In other words: A nut.
Going to Evil James’ house tomorrow. I need this break. I do. We’re going to go see “Underworld” and then I’m going to make pizza. I’m working on my own deep dish ensemble. I made a trial run of it today. So we’ll see how it turns out.
Is it weird that part of my birthday wish (a week and change away) would involve Summer here to help haul wood and Stef here to chase me around the yard after I managed to provoke a beating?
It probably is.
I’m off to burn some dvds and catch up with nothingness.
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