The little break is winding down.

This is the last weekend before I head back to work on Monday. Will it be different? Will it be the same? Will there be a short slowness as we ramp things up again back to full speed?

I don’t know and I really don’t care.

Soon, the new work year will start and soon, I’ll get my step count up again.

There are so many things that I will need to do come January.

I’ll need to make a doctor’s appointment for my yearly checkup. I totally skipped it last year. Time just flew by.

I’ll have to take Pickles to the vet for his checkup too. So many checkups.

I’m not sure what to do with Relish. Do cats need regular checkups or are they more like, if something is definitely wrong, then you should bring him in.

No fucking clue man. No fucking clue.

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It’s cold in the shop today. The AC blows hard down the window shield which I’m sitting next too. Sure, I can pick up and leave, which I must might do, but hot damn man, hot damn, they need to warm this fucker up. It’s fucking cold.

I moved. No draft. Better.

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As one can see today isn’t as focused as it was yesterday. There was direction and substance in yesterday’s posting, but today, today is just ramblings to rule get things out. Today is junk day.

Free writing.

The day is still early, but it’s lonely here today. It’s quiet today.

Sure, for the most part, the usual crew is here, no Iris, but it’s different.

I don’t know why, but it is very quiet. Not that many people waiting or wanting to get tea today. They come and go, come and go.

Usually I’m a fan of that, but not today. I want some solidarity, someone to come in pick a table and just hunker down and get some work done, like I am doing.

I don’t know why, but that’s how I am today.

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Today will be a slow day as I just sit and ponder what to do today, or the day ahead or just surf and waste time. Who knows?

Blah, switching gears.

Back to creative writing.

I want to finish the prose I’m working on.