In, at last. I’ve been up for a while, but it’s very dark out (overcast, dontchaknow) and I had to get my pills set up for the next five days.
Busdaddy has been suffering from a toothache and a migraine, and took the day off yesterday. He had to call 911 during the night, but tried to go to work, anyway, and called me at Oh-Dark-Thirty to tell me he was at the bus yard and was going back home.
I sent him a text a while ago but got no answer. I will get a few things done here, then go over to check on him. I won’t stay the night, as I will go over again tomorrow to do my laundry, then Friday, we are going to CA to pick up the engine for the racecar. Though I could put enough food and water out for Sparkle for three days, I will have to think about it.
Men are such babies when they don’t feel good.
I resemble that remark.
Back from the gym, off to the shower. Later I’m taking the boys to The Salvation Army to look for more rock band t-shirts.