It’s sunny, and that’s nice.

Oh lawd, it’s Thursday! Good morning, my friends on the interweb. I’m wrapped in Shawshank‘s enormous blue bathrobe. Chaucer is beside me on a squishy pillow, and I’ve got a coffee close at hand.

I have an early shift this morning, probably one of my last. It’s StressedRPh again. On the topic of her potential promotion to manager after BossRPh leaves, “we’re reviewing our options”, according to an email she received yesterday. Thinking about it, I’m not sure which is worse, having her as a manager, or after she’s been passed over for a promotion.

Shawshank decided I should have a sweet potato breakfast bowl for dinner. It’s quick to make, and I might be able to get a short workout in tonight before he calls. I fully expect that he’ll call tonight, outside of our normal call schedule, to thank me for the book. With social gathering rules in place and no visitation, the facility is giving detainees three free calls every week. They’ve also lowered the cost of calls. He hasn’t called outside of the normal schedule unless he’s in a really bad state.

I’ve laid out a few weekend goals, beyond the regularly scheduled Saturday morning mega-workout and a load of laundry. I want to get some more Lego up for sale, and box up the board games we want to keep. Additionally, I want to pack up the Warhammer stuff that’s still on the dining room table. If I can do all that, I’ll have cleaned up the dining room. Rather than doing it on Friday after work, I’ll go shopping on Saturday. I want to go to Walmart and grab my annual supply of $3 tank tops while I can, and I can buy what few groceries I need there.