Thirteen more hours to be exact.
Then I’m off work until a week from Monday.
The first thing on the agenda is to put that fucking Bronco back together.
After that, our wedding anniversary is the 21st.
Other than that I have no agenda.
I would like to putz around out in the garage, maybe straighten some shit out and get some stuff put away.
I have a never ending list of shit I would like to get done but zero expectations of actually doing it.
I’m just not going to work for a week.
That alone should go a long ways towards restoring my sanity and taking the edge off of my seemingly never ending urge to choke the living shit out of several lazy fucking assholes.
Who knows, I may even roll out of here and go fishing for a day.
The more I think about it, the more it sounds EXACTLY like what I need to do.
Get the fuck away from everything and everybody. Some peace and fucking quiet, just enjoying natures beauty and maybe a nice bologna sandwich.
I’m a simple guy.
I like simple things.
Like telling the world to simply shut the fuck up for a few minutes.