Fri-Nally, Fri-Yay.

Good morning, my darlings. It’s Friday. Fri-nally. Fri-yay. It’s the end of the week, and the weekend is upon us. The local weather people are calling for rain today, but the rest of the weekend will be “a real scawchah”. It looks really, really dismal out there this morning. Right now, I’m restraining myself from buying a new bluetooth speaker so I can enjoy the nice weekend weather with a night of poi.^*

DayTech has the day off, and I’m working an extra long shift. It’s only an hour longer, but it makes me feel better to whine about it like it’s the end of the world. We will have a fill-in tech for the morning; she’s good, and we should be ok for the day. Note, I said “ok”. I still expect it to suck, just…. less. We have duel pharmacists, with StressedRPh in for the second half of the day. My shift starts two hours earlier than normal, but I don’t have to actually close up for the night, which is appreciated.

Shawshank went out for a walk around TinyTown yesterday. He checked out the local secondhand shop and the town museum. On the “FREE” shelf at the secondhand shop, he picked up the most horrifying vintage cookbook ever a 1968 copy of Campbell’s Cooking With Soup.

Horrifying.

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He also talked with people at both locations about the possibility of volunteering. It would be nice if someone called him. Even if he’s not paid, volunteer work would give him something to do other than sit at home. As a bonus he wouldn’t have to listen to Shady Acres bicker during the 5 hours a day they’re actually awake. Instead, he could talk to people that aren’t related to him.

The rain has started, a downpour. Poor Mal is in a window, and he looks torn between sitting in his favorite spot and moving so he doesn’t end up wet. Chaucer just looks confused, like he’s never heard rain before. It’s supposed to clear up later in the day. If the weather stays bad, the day might be easier to handle. Since I don’t have a free morning and won’t be out of work early, I can’t do a workout today.

Tonight? I need to do some dishes, and I might do that in the hour between getting home and when my food shows up. Since the weekend is supposed to be so hot, I should do my workout as early as possible. My godparents are supposed to stop by at some point for a visit. They’ve offered to bring some stuff down to my mother, which is great; the less I need to ship, the better. Unfortunately, the visit requires an epic, surface-level clean. You know the kind – shit looks clean, as long as you don’t look too hard.

For the moment; I need to finish my morning routine. I have shit to do, and I should go actually do it.

^* Fuck it. I bought it.