What a long week.
Just one more day to a long weekend. And, assuming it is approved by my manager, I will have all of next week off. That is... uh, um, 11 days off work.
We are both so tired. I fell asleep on the couch Monday night. I have managed to sustain myself since then, but that doesn't mean I don't need a break.
After work tonight, we went to dinner at Salvatore's Pizza on Young Street, in the Hydrostone area. As usual, it was excellent. Turns out that a man from my work sat down close to us. I introduced him to Patricia. He introduced both of us to his lovely wife.
We got home. Saw that the neighbour to whom I sold my spare lawnmower was mowing my side of the lawn. He is a gentleman. He was really grateful to get the lawnmower. I was just happy not to be stuck with it, or to have to throw it out or something. Very happy to see it and the whipper snipper thingy go to someone who can use them.
The Friday before a long weekend is a funny day at work. It is always fun to see how many people stretch the long weekend to its breaking point, taking that day off, too. I suspect that traffic will be very light, and that there will not be a long queue to get into the men's room.
I'm gonna turn in.
See you tomorrow.