Well, here it is Sunday and Sunday's are slow days. The temps are to begin their 90 degree (F) run, which means all ceiling fans are running upstairs as well as the Central Air. This is what happens when you have a very old house with limited venting.
Yesterday was 'cake' day at work. Not sheet cake or layer cake, rather cate was represented by the Little Debbie, Ding Dong, Hostess Twinkie processed cardboard-fiber cakes complete with hydrogenated, sugary oil substituting for a whipped cream filling. This doesn't mean I didn't eat any, it's just a notice that I did wreck havoc on my digestive tract.
Yesterday was also the day I learned we no longer have to do the 'health check' before we punch in; no more annoying buzzing sound from the time clock if we skip that step. I am so happy about that.
And an odd thing happened. Around 0300 my watch buzzed, waking me up. It was a notification telling me I had an alarm scheduled for 0500. That's never happened before. I think I'll turn of notifications, because I dismissed the notification and the alarm didn't go off. This means I'm running a bit late, but only a bit.
I'm planning on doing a 10 mile ride this morning as a nice way to end the week. Yep, that's right, my weeks end on Sunday. Some religious beliefs have the week ending on Saturday, Working in retail, Saturday and Sunday might as well be Tuesday and Wednesday. Most people don't know there was a time in our not too distant past when weekends didn't exist for most of the workforce. They are a relatively recent luxury.
If that thought wasn't enough to brighten up your day, I have eggplants. Here's a pic of one.