Ass crack of dawn…

This morning I was awake at 5:30 for no apparent reason. Snarky Facebook status messages aside, I actually do like being up early on the weekends. It’s just a hot mug of coffee, warm slippers, and the dogs curled up at my feet. Maybe more important is those early hours catch me in the best mood of the day before the asshats and idiots have had a chance to agitate the hell out of me. The day is still fresh with the possible. Most of that nice relaxed feeling will evaporate the minute my garage door rolls up and I have to deal with the rest of the world, but for now I’m enjoying it.

Absolutely nothing…

There really is absolutely nothing new going at the moment. I’m starting to plan the transition from my current job to my new one and the corresponding move down the hall. Winston is doing well (15 pounds at the vet this past Monday). I’m enjoying a terribly good cup of local coffee and the weather this weekend should be nice enough to starting getting the yard in shape or putting down some fresh mulch.

Don’t worrky, I’ll let you know when some asshat comes along later today and shoots my good mood all to hell.

Must… Sleep…

OK, the last few weeks have found me getting less than my usual five hours of sleep a night and I realize tonight that I am paying the price for that. I’m snappy, frustrated at things I normally wouldn’t let get to me, and generally in a piss-poor mood as far as the eye can see. At some point, if only for the sake of the poor bastards that are around me all day, I’ve got to get it through my head that I don’t have to do everything that needs done down here in the first three weeks I’m in the place.

Easy to say… Harder to do, I suspect. Hopefully tonight will be the night I crash at 9:00 and actually have a good sleep.