Hello Monday. I'm scheduled for 6 hours today. My morning is free. That's fine with me.
My drywall contractor will be finishing up the kitchen ceiling this morning. That also is fine with me. I can not wait to put things back where they belong and begin to clean. Dust is everywhere. It will get a little worse before it gets better.
We did have rain yesterday, not buckets worth, but on and off showers, and misty drizzles. The temps stayed in the low 50s (F). I don't know about other people, but I'm glad the cold temps have decided to postpone their arrival. Anything helping to keep my heating bills down is a plus.
Not surprising, now that Black Friday has come and gone, Christmas music has arrived in the store. Shit. I'm so glad I'm part time and will only have to listen to these songs for a limited time only. The only thing making them interesting is how some of these songs are not about Christmas at all. 'We Need a Little Christmas,' from Mame is a good example. Broke and down on her luck, Mame uses this song to cheer up her nephew and friends. But, I have to admit the song I laugh at the most is 'Hard Candy Christmas.' I saw this song performed live when I went to see 'The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.' It's sung by the prostitutes lamenting that the house has been shutdown and they'll need to go somewhere else to find work. Here's a decent version of it, and no, Dolly Parton did not write this.