(In D minor.)

The word of the day is: Whistle.

[ hwis-uhl, wis- ] verb (used without object), whis·tled, whis·tling. to make a clear musical sound, a series of such sounds, or a high-pitched, warbling sound by the forcible expulsion of the breath through a small opening formed by contracting the lips, or through the teeth, with the aid of the tongue. to make such a sound or series of sounds otherwise, as by blowing on some device. verb (used with object), whis·tled, whis·tling. to produce by whistling: to whistle a tune. to call, direct, or signal by or as by whistling: He whistled his dog over. noun an instrument for producing whistling sounds by means of the breath, steam, etc., as a small wooden or tin tube, a pipe, or a similar device with an air chamber containing a small ball that oscillates when air is forced through an opening, producing a high-pitched, warbling tone. a sound produced by whistling: a prolonged whistle of astonishment.

That’s my Fox 40 Sonik Blast whistle.

It exceeds 120 decibels.

One of the selling points is: “cannot be overblown”.

Same, dude.

Same.

Having worked on Saturday, yesterday felt like Saturday all day.

But it wasn’t.

It was Sunday.

It doesn’t help that the kiddos all stayed at Beatle Sue and StanStan the Rockman’s last night.

No school because it’s winter break.

Trash runs on Wednesday?

Friday is Grismas eve?

My brain is going to be fucked all week.

But in better news, I get presents.

That’s a pretty decent consolation prize.

Well, I’d better go get ready for work.

Since that’s something that is happening whether my brain thinks it’s Sunday or not.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC