About bloody time, you say. I suppose the prayers on Wednesday worked since things went relatively painlessly. Apart from the typical nit-picky shite the job went smoothly. Off to NYC tomorrow for another one with potential to go ass over tits so more prayers are welcome. I am adopting St. Jude as my patron saint, a lost cause seems like me.
The weekend was relatively mellow but fun. Apparently I missed the real weirdness Saturday night. After sleeping on a bed of large gravel Friday night I was seeing sleepy vapor trails by 1030 on Saturday so off to my soft bed I went. I even stayed mostly sober all weekend which is a feat. I think the warmth helped. One just doesn’t feel like guzzeling beer on very hot days. At least I don’t.
I had many many thoughts this morning but I am entirely too incoherent to convey them just now. Keep your eyes peeled.