Hello Work Week! Don't it just fill you excitement to know you're going to spend 8 hours today in a cube, or an office, or at a desk, dealing with issues, or people? I know I get to go to work... for 8 hours and sit the flooring desk, and deal with customers. I can honestly tell you that my excitability bucket is nowhere near to overflowing. It's not even close to being full. However, I just paid my quarterly garbage / sewage bill so today's hours will allow me to keep banking my social security checks while only working part-time hours.
Yesterday, a day I didn't work, was a day of mostly accomplishment. I didn't take a single nap! The lawn was mowed, laundry was done, grocery shopping completed, and the dishes? hand washed, not popped into the dishwasher. And I still had time for a long phone conversation with a friend to set up plans for next Sunday and get some Super Special armor in Elden Ring.
I also spent some time
dickin' putzin' around with my TV. I can't sign into Google Play Store, which is why the Paramount + app didn't update. Shit. I rebooted the TV, the router, cleaned up the Paramount cache. Nothing was working, so I deleted the app and signed up for Paramount + through Amazon Prime; .99 a month for 2 months before the 9.99 charge kicks in. I can probably live with that.
Here's another picture during my glory days in the Navy. The date is Sept 73, which means it was taken almost 49 years ago. I was 22 at the time. The blue thing in my hand was a piece of cloth that unraveled. A few of us gave it a name as though it were a pet, Cleetus, if I'm remembering correctly. Soon after it was thrown into the trash.