TGIF, my pretty babies. TGIMFF.
I had planned on going into work early today, get an extra hour of training done, and more importantly, an extra hour of paycheck. Since BossRPh volun-told us we’d be training off-site tomorrow, I can’t do my Saturday Morning Mega Workout. In retaliation, I’m not going in early today. Instead, I did a longish workout this morning.
Unfortunately, after last night’s dreams, I needed the workout to reset my mind a bit. Most of them were just weird; a dream about a baby named Phoenix, a “ranch” out west that looked more like a castle. In one dream, I walked into our bathroom to find him shaving off his beard. Florida prisons don’t allow facial hair, he explained to me in the dream. I’m being prepared. Why his dream-self thought he’d serve time in Florida is beyond me. I think that particular dream was prompted by the realization that neither of us has talked about what could happen in the worst case scenarios yet.
We have about a month until our new system goes live at work, and about two weeks until his first court appearance. It’s going to be a rough time if BossRPh wants me in early all the time. I’m not looking forward to any of this.
I need more coffee.
And pants.
Rasta banana completely unrelated.
