On the nineth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me nine pipers piping, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying (down the law?), five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Boy, am I sorry about
yesterday's forced entry. I wanted to post every day of Christmas (just in case any readers haven't caught on yet), and I barely even understand what I wanted to convey yesterday. Sometimes I'm just too tired to make sense. I guess I must seem like that when I'm on the phone half-asleep as well.
Anyway, no sleep deprivation induced entries for today. Let's see. On Friday, Trav confirmed that we'll be having a Shadowfist tournament on the 9th. Wayne and Rudy want to try and still go for a morning hike, but I don't know if that'll work out. Meanwhile, I haven't heard from Webb recently and wonder if our Sunday Paladium is really going to start up again now that the holidays are over. If it does, I'm not sure what'll happen if Travis insists on this new switched schedule.
Meanwhile, it looks like six day work weeks for me this month until we can get someone trained to do Mondays. There's no overtime on this paycheck due to the holiday, but I'd better head to bed now so I can get up in time. Too bad I didn't get a chance to mow the lawn this weekend. I'll probably get a notice before I get the chance to mow it next. Come to think of it my drycleaner isn't open on Sundays, so who knows when I'll next get my laundry either. Oh well. Like I wrote, I'd best get to bed. Dang I hate thinking like that on a Sunday night. It seems so unnatural. So much for having time to catch up on things on the weekends.
"My favourite part of the game is the opportunity to play." ~Mike Singletary
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