Rounding out the week

Boats loaded, campgear loaded, all the sundry equipment for safe paddling, loaded, just need a bag for clothes and health and hygiene, and I will be ready to toss the docklines for the weekend away,,, one more day of the grind and roll on out,,,

Behbies are gonna be upset again,, but they will be fine. Grizz2 watches me leave every morning and my empathy screams ‘disappointment ‘ looking at him. He loves being involved in everything I do, and I have to be careful cuz ‘Mr. Underfoot ‘ is his other name. (And I may try taking him kayaking since he loves playing in the cockpits of my boats,,, Something sedate where I can go without a spray skirt and capsize chances are near nil.)

My day did not get better, but it didn’t get any worse either. Mostly just picking up the slack left behind others and a shit ton of cleaning up remaining work that should have been dealt with while I was off last week. I build it. The crews stretch it, thats been the deal since I started. The pile of stuff needing stretched is redonkulous. I stretched some projects that had irate customers attached to them. And did it faster than a crew of three would have: likely because I don’t stand around jaw-jacking,,,

And as for the crashing western world,,, I’m watching, but to be honest, my flabbergasted disgust eludes my internal dictionary, and I’d probably get erased by wordpress if I published the words I think. (Drill Instructors are Shakespearean in their use of profanity and after 13 weeks, you pick up quite a bit of it.)

I’ll post some snippets over the glorious weekend ahead, one thats been on the books for 3 months and a group of awesome peeps that help me decompress. But don’t expect too much cuz I will be decompressing.