For your birthday.

Holy shit.

Yesterday was wild.

Even for a Thursday.

I was hustling all damn day.

I had about 9,500 steps by the time I got home from work.

I voted to take a rest day from running.

Which worked out fine since we had baseball practice and were gonna be rushed anyway.

Lemme tell ya’.

That many clouds in the sky all day had the magnet in head pulling me toward the bed all day…

You can see it bulging out of my forehead as it draws me ever closer to the center of the Earth.

Today is Friday.

I don’t have ridiculous amount of stuff to do today.

Mostly I’m just gonna be cleaning up the mess from the week and trying to find a quiet place to read without falling alseep.

It’s gonna be a quiet weekend around Lippincottonia.

Apparently I get to take Monday off because it’s a holiday?

That’s fucking weird.

I haven’t really done that in like twenty years.

Maybe I’ll just wear soft pants and read all weekend.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

I’d probably get bored sitting idle like that and end up reorganizing my dresser drawers or something.

Anyway.

Enjoy your Friday.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC