The regular guy dropped off my dinner last night. He looked at the slip and made a point to greet me by name. “I figured after this long I should know it by now”, he said. It’s been almost exactly a year of deliveries at this point. I laughed and told him he probably only had a few more weeks of deliveries to me.
Note to self: I have to order hot wieners before I leave.
Last night’s sleep sucked, and I was up around 3 am. The cats were awake and chasing each other other the house. Chaucer seemed just as annoyed to be awake at that hour. However, Mal tore ass through the house, upstairs and downstairs as loudly as possible.
Today, it’s workout day. Shawshank has work this morning, and I’ll do something after he leaves. I’ve written it out, it’s just a matter of getting up and doing it. Aside from a workout, there’s no other plans. I don’t need to be anywhere.
