And nights.

And possibly knights. And gnats. Or gnomes. But never Svirfneblin. Never them.

Yesterday was a good day. I worked for nearly twelve straight hours doing back breaking labor. I sifted through boxes. I lifted boxes. I shifted boxes. I hefted and heaved boxes. It was glorious. I haven’t earned a night’s sleep in a long time. Yesterday I earned it. And it was good.

If you need crayons, hell, if you want crayons, I know a guy. He’s me. Just let me know. I also have the hook-up on markers and colored pencils.

Big D and I went to get two pallets worth of salvage stuff in an attempt to get toys for the children. You know, it’s for the kids. What we got was five pallets full of everything. Yes, there are toys for the kids. We also got paper towels, and fluffy blankets, and mint chocolate flavored condoms, and duck blinds, and electric pencil sharpeners, etc. Crazy shit. And a lot of it. I spent the day loading it, unloading it, sorting it, and reloading it.

I also managed to eat Mexican food twice yesterday. Beware my bottom today.

And then the glorious sleep came upon me. I had earned it. The best part is that I get to do it all over again today. It’s like mowing the grass. You don’t miss it until you don’t do it any more.

Also, this:

It appears that the people, all five of them, have spoken in one voice. The new slogan for my evil corporation is “Controlling Your Tomorrows”. Thanks friends.

Well, that’s it for me this morning. I’m off to the bank for Jesus.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC