Happy Friday, party peoples. Here I am, in the office at 10:30. That’s right, fuck the morning. Just kidding. I came in at 7:15 to open some rooms and turn on the copier then I went back home to wait for the electrician. They managed to solve the problem – old houses have odd wiring – and they were kind and knowledgeable. It was nice spending the morning at home; it reminded me of when I was just teaching 3 sections. I would teach from about 8 until 10, go home until 12:30, be home by 2 and then watch tv, play comp games or sleep until dinner. A lazy life, I know, but I was a lot less stressed out. Well, I was still worried about money.

Ash and I are going to Outback tonight; we need more protein to help our ailing muscles. After climbing on Wednesday we are both really sore. It hurts to open the damned door, and that’s sad.

It’s Groundhog Day… again. And Punxatawny Phil failed to see his shadow this morning, as he peered out of his little tree stump. As you know, this superstitiously means that there will be an early Spring. However, if you’ve checked out the weather to see the mean cold temps that the Northern part of the country will see this weekend, then you would have serious doubts as to the accuracy of a large, furry – but cute – woodland creature.

I have a turkey sandwich calling my name right now. I ate a piece of toast at 8 and now my stomach years for more. Who says you can’t eat lunch at 10:30? Have a good weekend, y’all.