It’s been another Hell Week at work. Long hours and busting my ass. I was so tired when I got home last night that in my haste to get in the house I grabbed my lunch box and my coat, jumped out and locked the doors then headed inside.
Imagine my consternation when I couldn’t find my car keys this morning.
Locked them in the damn thing.
I have a spare ignition key but not a door key. Luckily as an old car mechanic, I still have my old Master Slim Jim set from 25 years ago. It took me a few minutes to find it and dig it out, then about fifteen minutes standing out in the drizzle but I got that sonofabitch.
There is some pretty major family drama unfolding that has to do with my In laws health and I had to run to Portland this morning to get smokes while we were waiting on that news. It was still up in the air when I got back but nothing I could do so I went into work to make a few extra bucks despite being near exhausted.
I got home a bit ago but noticed my turn signals weren’t blinking on the dash on my way home. When I got here I went out in the garage and dug out a flasher can, swapped it out in about thirty seconds and solved that problem before I could forget about it.
I’m so damn tired that I was getting that thousand yard stare thing going on whenever I stopped moving.
I’m all done working for the weekend. I have a bunch of crap I wanted to do out in the garage but I think the smart move would be to just sit here and vegetate until tomorrow at least.
Actually, I don’t think I’m going to have a choice in the matter at this point.
The Wifely Unit had a big spaghetti dinner ready just as I got home so right at the moment my belly is full and my feet are up. All the ingredients of a mini coma are in place.