Not a whole lot of time available to waste on journaling this morning. Shortly before loading the kids on the bus I remembered that I have an appointment for tires at work, so I need to leave a few minutes earlier than normal in order to check Ashlee’s truck in at the ACC; and I need to take a few minutes extra before leaving to clean up the floor. Sure, the techs are probably used to seeing messes in the floors of cars, but we are talking about coworkers–even though we don’t work in the same departments. I really don’t want the chance of someone commenting on the condition of the thing’s interior at work.

Last night would’ve been a decent night to do some work on the fence, but I arrived home tired and late. There’s always tonight, I suppose. Not getting to it is driving me crazy. Maybe I’ll get lucky and I’ll be cut loose early because the store is over budget on hours this week.

My back is killing me. Okay, it’s not that terrible–I’ve felt much worse pain–but still, it’s an annoyance. Not really my back, so much as my left hip. It’ll work out after I really get moving. Pretty sure it’s just my body complaining about a worn out bed.

I was going to make a colorful comment about worn out beds and noise complaints, but changed my mind.

I guess it’s time for me to get my butt in gear and go clean the truck, then head to work.