Popsicle Toes

I am on the edge of weary at the end of my day and the weather is helping me in that regard. It is so dreary, drab, cloud socked in rainy dark...... just the way I like it kind of an afternoon. Zach called me around noon and asked me if I still wanted to golf today or was I afraid of the rain. I told him I had more work than expected for the weekend so I was going to get ahead of the Sunday night panic curve and get the balance of it done. The last thing in the world I would have wanted was a hefty schedule today, as I am sleep deprived. Between the late seating Valentine's dinner last night and the early morning delivery that I had to do, I am running on satisfied empty today. It was a great weekend and there are still two more days of it!

Zach showed up with reinforcements some 10 minutes later rescuing me from mountains of plastics. He Tyler and I worked a long afternoon, mostly in silence. We are rarely silent when we work here. Since it's such close quarters and in such an informal setting, people feel compelled to make polite chatter. An issue I have often wrangled with. Since our work is so tediously mundane, I am often found with my iPod on my head reading a book or two. But in a room with 1-2 other people, it's rude to shut your self out via headset. We have all tried it at one time or another, but with the same outcome. It feels rude. My point, if I even had one, might have been that we three worked without radio or TV or conversation today and it felt perfectally comfortable. We were unspoken commrades.

I couldn't wait until they left. Give me my house back!! I am tired. I had a wacky notion to pull out the bed in the couch in OVF's main room and hang out here tonight writing bad blog and watching worse movies. I feel like I am camping in my house cold and all as I refuse to turn on the damn heater. My toes are like popsicles.

A funny funny thing just happened unless you hate it when people talk about their pets. It annoys me too, but shit, sometimes it's all we got to talk about! Paws is getting settled into the couch/bed and his ass just went into the sinkhole at the bottom with his head some 3 inches higher. He looked at me as if to say "I'm comfortable like this". But he looks ridiculous. We are kinda digging this bedroom in the living room "studio apartment" sort of thing we have going on. Everything I need is just right here. The refrigerator is exactally 21 steps away before the staggering begins.

A fact: I wrote the very last line of this post first and then assembled my thoughts around it to bring you this story of my day. Please don't judge my last thoughts first.