I love how peaceful it is here in my office.
On a Sunday.
Like every Sunday.
Except this one is part of a holiday weekend.
Labor Day.
Or so I’m told.
How can one tell?
Oh yeah!
I got up at 6:15 AM this morning.
Instead of 6:00 AM.
On a Sunday.
Like every Sunday.
Except this one is part of a holiday weekend.
Labor Day.
Or so I’m told.
How can one tell?
Oh yeah!
I got up at 6:15 AM this morning.
Instead of 6:00 AM.
2 comments:
I love the bloody typist so much. I used it on an entry a million entries ago...gad you got to "sleep in." because I am a farmer now, I know there's no such thing, ever again.
Yeah. The angry typist gets around. Got to love the little guy. I love his determination.
I slept in big time this morning. But alas . . . I awoke to the flood. I'll be posting about it shortly.
I saw your chicken-run video. I think that would have unnerved me if I had been standing there when they came streaming out. I would have wanted to get-the-flock-out-of-there!
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