That if you ever had to hurt someone on their behalf, you’d go full Gandalf smiting his enemy upon a mountainside on them.

The word of the day is: Wool.

[ wool ] noun the fine, soft, curly hair that forms the fleece of sheep and certain other animals, characterized by minute, overlapping surface scales that give it its felting property. fabrics and garments of such wool. yarn made of such wool. any of various substances used commercially as substitutes for the wool of sheep or other animals. any of certain vegetable fibers, as cotton or flax, used as wool, especially after preparation by special process (vegetable wool ). any finely fibrous or filamentous matter suggestive of the wool of sheep: glass wool; steel wool.

I have to stay on the outside of the wool.

Or else I suffocate.

I seriously had to walk outside last night in sandals and soccer shorts just to cool off.

Because it was 68 degrees Fahrenheit in my house.

This week.

So far.

Is kicking.

My ass.

I haven’t stopped going all week.

And it’s just ramping up the closer we get to Grismas.

Fuuuuuuck.

Yeah it’s a six “U” week.

So far I have managed to be so fucking busy that I’ve dodged every holiday celebration so far.

So far.

I guess it’s almost a fair trade.

No cookies and the same amount of peopling.

And carrying a ton of heavy shit around.

Versus pretending I want to be at your party.

But with cookies.

Yeesh that really is a tough call.

So far.

Sorry I caught myself saying “so far” a lot in this post so I doubled down.

I kinda wanna bitch some more about this week and the people I’ve had to deal with.

So far.

But I’ve got a shitload of stuff to do and the sooner I get started, the better.

Good luck out there.

Everyone’s in the holiday spirit.

Which just means they are bigger assholes than normal.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC