There is nothing like a little heavy metal and a work out to wake me up
in the morning, especially after I've been up sipping coffee for 45
minutes. So I'm not a "roll-out-of-bed-and-jump-into-After dropping off the kids, I get onto the little one-lane-up-hill street to head to work when Dude in his 7 ton Magna-Monster Truck hauls ass (never slowing down) till he's 3 feet behind me. Now, I'm a punch-it kinda driver, but this is a Mazda CX-7 going *up hill*, fer chrissake, so I held up my thumb (really) in "YAY! THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME YOUR BADASS TRUCK 3 FET BEHIND ME!!" solidarity, but I think he must have thought I was flipping him off, bc he did the WTH shrug. Oh. i'm sorry...my bad.
At school, I saw a kid I know is having a really tough day, as we all experience. Yet this individual
faces a deck stacked against them,
on top of really bad news from home. I felt so privileged to have this
person open up to me. Not once, but twice. After work, I picked up my
tribe and we enjoyed a terrific drive home, then I'm off for
supervision, which was wonderful as always. I let my supervisor know that she and Jen will be accompanying me in a mini road trio (maybe for coffee to Auburn) in my VW once it is finished. She said her hippie daughter might want to join. The more, the better! Rad. I have new clients Friday and closed out 3 files today. Look at me....A set dinner table awaited me at home (though I had requested it), and we all enjoyed the split-pea pudding I made last night in the crock pot (it was that thick). Plus, a divine spinach salad with my home made dressing. Oh course, I have the kids who, when I ask, "who wants spinach salad?" both answer "me!" I finished up homework, tried to file an extension (still haven't revived docs) to no avail, and then hot bubble bath. I'm getting closer to the end of this tunnel. <more lie ahead, I know>
I'm previewing a little Sepultura for tomorrow's workout and then...glorious slumber.
I do miss barbed wire, from time, to time. I remember getting stuck on it many times out in the pasture, climbing fences; The light is getting closer; My boy wove bacon.
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