The Sacred Capybara came to me in a dream, and told me to take a half day today.
Going to get some yard work done and grill some kind of domesticated swine (not equine!) for the lady friend/landlord. Should be an awesome afternoon.
Had the first cherry tomato from the garden, wonderful burst of flavor. Maybe I will be able to get a harvest that ends up in the house this year. I promised her a BLT before last season, and I have not been able to pay up lol.
Anyways, t minus 60 minutes until I join the queue of the wretched and unwashed IT masses.
Another pot of coffee consumed, and yet no plan for escape from this orbit. The gravity of responsibility will drag me, kicking and screaming, through my day, again.
There is always tomorrow, until there isn't.