Quiet thanksgiving. Meal with my brother and sister in law. Nephews family couldn't make it, sick kiddo.
Spent black Friday at work, came home for ten hours then went back in for twelve more. Rest of my week is repeat, repeat, repeat. Stupid work has me changing hours a couple times a week.
Yeah, I rant like wingstone (I'm scared, wingstone is in my dictionary)
Critters get feed and water and I'm off to bed every afternoon. My poor dog feels neglected.
I think I'll spend Christmas alone with a bottle of wine. To much work between now and then, everyone had vacations over the holidays.
I think I'm tired, I better head of to bed.
I would say get some sleep, you will feel better. But the truth is those kind of hours take a huge toll on us...and the difference there is, you know you are working twelve, I never know ahead of time.
How about we build a big bonfire in the field for Christmas and just sit around that and drink, .
That is the reason why I have no dog. Wouldn't seem fair to a pet to be alone like that.