There was a spare box lunch in the fridge after work, call it dinner, with a beer and some cheezy-p00fs.
Crappy roads all day, they got cleaned up as we went, but it’s exhausting navigating safely. I did not deliver one package today, to one regular. Their driveway wasn’t plowed but they had driven in and out. I wasn’t parking on 1a outside of Ellsworth and slogging the couple hundred yards in, NO. Someone isn’t getting their present because their parents suck (I can’t tell you anymore but there are multiple generations and barky Boston bulldogs, so much fun!)
I’m working the counter for four hours tomorrow on Banair Road, 10-2 if you wanna come by and see the face of FedEx on Christmas Day. It’s going to be VERY quiet as no one knows we’re open. It’ll break up the day, minimus road time for maximus pay (8 hours of holiday pay and four hours of I’m not sure, double holiday pay? They needed some help and I’m down, wasn’t really feeling the Christmas vibe, I smell a car payment!!)
It’s starting to feel a lot like HA home here @#8. The cluttered glimpse epitomizes Flat Surface Syndrome. I don’t necessarily want MORE surfaces to spread the stuff out, or to fill. I’m cultivating the reality of wanting what I need at hand, but also it being organized, not cluttered, with some space/openness.
Yes I’m giving up some some of that processing time for the mighty dollar tomorrow, embracing balance and transition. I wasn’t planning on living here so soon, I’m not fully out of Somerset. So that’s a wordy glimpse…
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