Good morning, my friends. I trust you’re all faring as well as we can expect in these times of the viral apocalypse. I’m up much earlier than I normally like to be. Someone decided 5:30 AM was the optimal time to drag a washing machine from the curb to their truck. I also forgot to set the timer on my bedtime noise app, and it was still playing rain sounds. Between the dude banging the washer around and the thunderstorm raging in my phone, I thought the front door had blown open and slammed against the house again.
Aside from the rude awakening, it wasn’t a bad sleep. The adrenaline rush of shaving my head had me crashing hard by 9 PM, and I was actually nauseous by 10 PM. By 10:30, I was feeling sick and sleepy, and headed upstairs with Mal. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring up clean sheets to remake the bed. “Fuck it,” I told the cat. I pulled the blankets and quilts up over me, gave Mal his bedtime scritchies, and we crashed.
Most of what I listed on eBay sold over the weekend, and it’s all been paid for. I didn’t pack things as planned yesterday, I was too busy freaking out about my hair. I’ll pack things tonight and ship out everything tomorrow. Tomorrow is payday, and I’d rather use the paycheck than the savings.
This is the first Monday with MusicMan as new manager. He’ll be fine. He knows DayTech and I know what we’re doing and won’t need constant supervision, unlike NewTech. He was very happy when he learned the three of us techs have set schedules that are easily entered into the system. I wish he’d take the manager position, but he’s made it clear he doesn’t want it because the commute isn’t great. If it’s not a good commute now, when half the cars aren’t on the roads, it would only get worse when things are fully open.
Depending on how I feel after work and dinner, I might be able to fit in a workout. It’s a “late day” for Shawshank, and I could do something quick between dinner and our regular chat time. Today, I’ll take some pictures of the new haircut and send them to him; again, that’s another thing that can wait until payday. I feel slightly bad he couldn’t do the actual haircut after years of joking about it.
Time to refill my cup. I need to to be properly caffeinated to meet the day.
