I don’t feel tardy.

Well folks, I’m staring down the barrel of two remaining shifts at my soon to be former employer. I sort of feel like a kid before christmas, 6am in their case, 5pm friday in my case, can’t come soon enough. Next week the delete washes his hands of CO and begins the trek up to Montana. Until then I will be twittling my thumbs and waiting for more pieces to fall into place. Speaking of which, I must finish the morning prep for das’ commute. Until next time, courage.

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