Autumn is trying to arrive here in Phoenix releasing summer's tenacious grip. The battle between the two seasons seems about to conclude. When summer finally throws in the towel I can dust off my sweaters and relocate the patio fireplace to a more usable location. I daydreamed about the first fire of the season while I sweated out some long overdue yard work this afternoon.
The work at Overflow has melted from daily chaos into a well oiled mechanism. We've come through a big growth spurt with uncertain grace. The usual crew arrived at 10 and fell into place without talk or confusion. Today seemed undemanding and yet we shipped an all time high number of 559 plastics with but 5 hours effort. Tomorrow holds another day off for us all. I'm not sure what adventure I am headed for, but expect greatness from the day.
It has been brought to my attention that I have the vocabulary of a truck driver and don't hesitate to regale all who will listen. I learned it from Mel. Before I met him, I was a demure, prim and proper housewife that rarely even thought the "f" word out loud. These days however I have taken literary license to expel expletives as it drives home a point and is a pressure valve that I often release. In an effort to clean up this beloved habit, a pay-per-vulgarity has been implemented around here. This has become costly. I had a $5 sentence last night alone! This rule extends to the workplace where I am raking in a small fortune. I may just throw in a twenty and go crazy tonight.
As Saturday gives in to night, a chill has settled over the valley sending me inside to write the night away. I haven't written a word in far to long and my brain has a lot to exudate.
Autumn has finally won the day.
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