No pressure or anything, but this is the first Monday of the year. It sets the tone for everything to come and if you eff this up your whole year is probably going to be ruined. But don’t sweat it, you got this.
I’m claiming Redhead Bonus Points for this one.
Something about Sunday night/Monday morning is killing my ability to sleep through it. Maybe I need one of those booty pillows.
She’d do.
Woke up before the sun, knew I needed more sleep, went back to bed and slept until Possum had to get up for school. All readers will receive a full refund for this morning’s slight delay, and we thank you for your patronage.
Up dog.
Thanksgiving week. Time to start undereating in anticipation. These ladies almost certainly know something about that.
Not sure how long I can even still do these.
I’ve been extended thru the end of the month; at least.
Bronx Update – it still stinks.
NY – this place deserves what it gets
I’m actually surprised that there are medical personnel shortages, I thought we were all supposed to be dead by now from the most virulent, horrible, deadly, contagious-contagion of all history of cooties.
It’s 7:30 on Monday and I’m still weighing my options.
My brain feels like this minus the serene expression
Two blocks down from the Beast.
I’m going to be taking a coding skills assessment for a job I’m trying to get at the same time as this goes live, so don’t nobody go stinking up the place.
I’ve seen seals do the same trick, but I’m not complaining.
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