I was all set to sleep in, but the overnight dispatcher had other ideas. I didn't answer the phone, but I didn't go back to sleep, either. Oh well . . . .
Here, either, nor does it ever seem to be these daze.
This is my first off-call weekend from both jobs . . . ever. I just had/have too goddamn much shit to do not to take the time. All I did was run yesterday, including selling some side work. Got it, too, and well-sold.
I wish my batting average had been so high in 2011.
Old Cat is hanging in there. He seems to be having a bit rougher weekend, but every second when I wonder if he's quit, he does something to show he hasn't. Go, Kitty!!!
It's hot as Hell here today, and I cannot get the damn truck taken in at the garage. Cocksuckers. I've got too damned much to do outside to let a little thing like heat slow me down.