Went to bed around 12:15 am last night. Proud of myself, I was.
Tossed and turned my bulk for over an hour, then gave in. Went back downstairs and Pokered a bit, tweaked some insignificant stuff on this site, surfed some softcore, listened to the birds start their day, then headed back to bed around 5:15 am. Got a little over 2 hours of sleep, then off to the meat factory.
Long day of strenuous work (mentally, not physically). Hoovered some pizza in the afternoon and washed it down with a cookie. Played some Tetris on the shitter, then headed home.
The Grimsby/Beamsville stretch of the QEW smelled of baked ham. It was terrific. I think I should move to Grimsby or Beamsville.
Got home to see that half of the flower box on the front of the house had fallen off. Rotten bastard. Told Kat about it and she insisted that I fix it immediately. Got out the saw and prepped a slammin’ piece of wood in minutes. Installed it to the response of, “Oh, you actually did it?” After 10 steady years of disappointing my better half, she expects so little of me… and usually gets it.
Enjoy this photograph and a nice tune to tap your toe to. Think long and hard about this picture. It’s deep, man. It’s deep.
