It’s already looking like a “triple-h” weekend: hazy, hot, and humid. I need to check the weather forecast and make a decision. Do I do my workout this morning, or tomorrow morning? Probably this morning. It’s not like I have anything else to do right now.

It was a nice night at BossRPh‘s house. We spent a few hours on her patio, had a couple of drinks and some awesome pizza. I brought stuff to make a s’mores dip I saw on morning TV the other day. We cooked it over their firepit.

My alarm went off around 7am and the almighty Google alerted me to a delay in Shawshank‘s trip. It’s the first leg of the trip, but not enough of a delay to screw with anything. He should be on the plane and in the air at this point. I enjoyed watching the random credit card charges show up after he left the hotel: cab fare, Subway, a Lebanese restaurant. This morning, I woke up to find charges for Tim Horton’s. At 5:37am, a charge went through from WestJet, which I assume was a bag fee.

His mom messaged me last night. “If you talk to him, let him know that [stepfather] will be there to pick him up, not me.” That’s one drive I would NOT want to be on. Even worse, she said he probably won’t be allowed to smoke. “[stepfather] won’t let him, and gran has COPD, and it irritates my chest.” I told her she could deliver that news and wished her good luck. He told me he quit so many times and just lied about it. Seriously, Mumsie, just let him smoke the cigarettes in the backyard and we’ll all be happier for it.

Aside from a workout, the only other thing I need to do this weekend is some laundry. I was supposed to make up a shopping list last night. However, it was a long day at work, it was late when I pulled into my own driveway , and I only wanted my bed.

Shawshank‘s flight arrives at its final destination around 11pm, and there’s a two hour drive to TinyTown. He gave me explicit instructions on how to spend today. “Do your workout if you want, but tonight I want you to skip the bubble bath. Charge your little speaker, charge up the poi, make that homemade Four Loco you’ve been talking about, and play in the backyard tonight.”

So that’s my plan. What’s yours?