It’s Friday, and I’m awake. I have a coffee, and I’m dressed and ready for a workout as soon as I finish my morning write-up. Unfortunately, the humidity is coming back, and I can expect to be miserable as I haul shit around the house.
But it’s Friday, and that means it’s also #fry-yay. I can leave work an hour early which is awesome any day of the week. It’s doubly so when I can start the weekend earlier. Alas, it’s my third shift with StressedRPh this week, but I’m not going to let that get to me. It’s a short shift, I can take a break if I want to. Or, I can stand around like NewTech and say “I’m on my 15”.
Either way, I will have at least an ok day.
To make things a little easier, I have a list of things to sell from in each room. All I need to do is put everything into boxes, sit down and enjoy my weekly FUCK-YES-I-MADE-IT-TO-FRIDAY celebration dinner. Tomorrow, I’ll use the dolly to roll them out to the driveway and set up some tables. It’s supposed to be a little cooler than originally forecast. I expect the yard sale will go off without a hitch. I posted to Facebook and Nextdoor last night, and I’ll see about a sign for the top of the street. Regardless of what I make off the yard sale, it’s more than I woke up with.
I’ve scaled back my cocktail of bedtime drugs, and have figured out a better combination. Now, it both puts me to sleep and allows me to wake up without feeling like I can’t leave the bed. So I can do stuff, like post Shawshank‘s blog entries for him.
Or morning workouts.
Which I should do right now.
