Yesterday was okay. The sky was pretty groovy. Big poofy clouds.
I was outside for almost 6 hours. It was 95. I had to keep hydrating. Every once in a while a cloud would block the sun. Respite from old Sol. I applaud the cloud deities.
I look like farmer Joe now. Brown forearms, brown face, brown neck. But, it’s supposed to rain today. I was cursing the rain 2 weeks ago. It just wouldn’t stop. Now, I welcome it.
I really like my keurig. I just hate having to fill it with water after every few cups. I keep the jugs of water in the garage. I don’t always keep up with making sure there is a backup in the kitchen. That blue light comes on and I’m like, “Really? I gotta put on shoes and go outside.”
Dont’ get Butter Toffee. It tastes like you’re drinking movie popcorn butter. Ewww.
I’m hoping that today is sedate I’m not in the mood for surprises, or mess. Those sticky situations that make it mandatory to perform at a higher level or make you use your brain more. I’m in an auto-pilot mood. Just kind of stumble through the day. No problems. Of course in saying that, I’m pretty sure I just invoked some sort of cosmic voodoo to F up the day.
I’m still getting used to Thursday being drive-thru take-out night. It used to be Wednesday, but my work schedule got changed and goofed up the routine. So now, everything is flip-flop. Not that I don’t like change. I can deal with it. Besides, it just dinner, not something horridly tragic.
I have to work early today. I hope nobody ate those candy bars that I have stashed in the frig at work. Ciao.
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