Pay day is tomorrow. The biggest pay cheque in my life is but hours away.
Another work day. Another barbecue this evening. After we ate, I washed most of the dishes. It is embarrassing not to have any clean adult-sized forks in the house. The little ones, for salads I guess, are not meant for my big hands.
Oh, if you are keeping score, and these things are important to you, I will not have a true crime piece in the next issue of Frank. I simply cannot produce an article for every issue, not with a full time job and a bunch of other stuff going on in my life. I am shooting toward having an article in the next next issue, out in three weeks. Sorry about that.
Tomorrow is a tumultuous day. Did I mention I am getting the biggest pay cheque in like ever? I did. Sorry.
I think I will turn in. Sugar plums are dancing in my head.
See you tomorrow.