Good question. Which is a bad answer.
I worked out this morning. Good news, last day till Monday. A 3 day no work out weekend. It’s like a holiday every weekend. Sort of. Except I have to go to work.
I had a few errands on the way to work. Got a screw loose in the back door, no, the actual back door. Don’t go there. I stopped at the hardware store for that. And, I needed coffee. Stopped for a quad iced americano. Not from Starbucks. I use the local guy. Next up, a different hardware store. I need some fittings I saw there on Sunday and did not think I needed. Wrong.
All set and off to work. Managed to get there early. 1130. It is before lunch and still the morning. So, early.
What’s up at work? Nothing.
I spoke to a few people on the phone. Answered emails. Too many. Spent an hour on the phone with my consultant. Cleaned my desk. That’s scary and very time consuming. I have an appointment tomorrow, new client, so best to pretend my desk is always clean. Fake em out up front. I like new business so I present a false image. Don’t want them to know the truth till they pay me. Then I can relax. That’s tomorrow.
End of day. Nothing doin. Went home. No stops, no traffic, quick. Hardly enough time to drink the rest of my daily half gallon of water. A chore I save for my drive. Just a convenient time.
Home. Lots to do. It’s garbage night and I helped get that finished. Then walk the can down the hill a hundred yards to the pick up spot. The garbage truck has been tearing into the asphalt at the top so we have banned them to far away where he can’t fuck things up. Nuff said.
Dinner was 99% done when I walked inside. Hurray for me. I’m the winner. With the two home, Em and Marika, dinner gets done. Marika even made Aperol Spritzes too. It’s a good evening. Pork Loin with broiled veggies.
I did wash the dishes. I’m a giver.
Now, you know it, bad TV. Then bed. First, chocolate cake.