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(5:56AM) So, here it is, another Friday, and the days just keep on moving. It was raining again when I walked out of the house this morning, and it was deja vu all over again. I happen to like rainy days, but five Mondays in a row leaves much to be desired. Today will be another long one, but I'll make the best of it. With a serious work load to contend with the time should fly by, but ten hours is still ten hours, and she won't mind because OT is otay. I haven't decided on whether I'll work Sunday or not. It could happen, but if I keep a low profile throughout the day it might not. The director of operations had a brain spasm earlier in the week, deciding that he wanted to pull in the order I'm working on such that it would ship sometime in December, the entire order. Leave it to a bean counter to make life fun when it was already fun enough to begin with. My ten hour days may turn into eleven hour days or maybe even twelve. I've been there and done that, and while the spare change allows for a few extra perks here and there, it tends to wear on an old guy. Realizing that the verbage is short and semi-sweet, I'm still going to make an exit so I can grab some wake-up juice. Perhaps I'll be back before the day slams shut, and then again, it's anybody's guess. It's been that kind of week. And I think I'm gone now.

(8:00PM) The little woman called me a little while ago to let me know she was going to be bringing a couple of critters home with her, our grandkids. She's going to make a stop at a fast food place to grab something, and I always like it when she brings me home a mystery meat sandwich. Sure, they call it roast beef or something on that order, but after you take off the hair it could be anything. The last time she made that stop she brought home not only a mystery meat sandwich, but also some kind of mozarella sticks that had been fried in 10W-30. I guess that was supposed to make everything go down easier, and stuff like that just can't stick to your ribs. I call that intestinal lubrication, and what about the exit? I'll try not to think about it.

I have been battling again today with the verbage, but one day I'll get back to where I don't really care, then all will be as it once was. Methinks my other half will be home shortly with the munchkins, so with what looks like a specimen in a cup, but it's really bourbon, I think I'll chill with some tunes on Pandora. I guess that's as good as it's going to get for me on a Friday night, and I'm gone now until the next time around comes around, and eventually it will.