The Hustle And Bustle Of Work Life Continues: Morning Log (Not A Poop Blog)

I just like this song. It has no meaning in the blog. I hope you enjoy it though.

Folks, we are all beginning the grind season of the year. The evenings are cold and the mornings are colder. Colder mornings lead to mournings. The first day after a long break feels like Spring’s warmth couldn’t be further away. While I type this in San Antonio, the high is merely 42 degrees and we won’t feel the sun reach 70 degrees until at least Friday. We will get through it. There’s no question about that.

This morning was one of my busiest that I’ve had in months. People think the life of a blogger is easy. It’s not. Here’s my day so far.

I woke up at 6:15 to the sound of my dog snoring loudly. It was so loud that I found it troublesome. Turns out, he was having a bad dream. He’s shy, so he didn’t tell me what it was about. I asked, through tears, many times but he’s private about fear. I have a feeling it was about the murder of his cat brother nearly a year ago today. Rest in Peace, Pepper. We all miss you.

After hugging my dog for 55 minutes, I got up and took my pajamas off. The pajamas are new and a touch too sexy to really describe on the blog. The satin gives me a boner. That’s all I’ll say about that. I promised my wife I wouldn’t get into the weeds about these pajamas and I fear that I’ve already said too much.

As usual, I went to the bathroom while being completely nude and then used my bidet and got into the bathtub in which I had already drawn a warm, lavender bath. After soaking for 20 minutes, I toweled off, straightened my pubic hair with a hog’s hair brush that I purchased on a trip to Montana in 2008. Big Sky country. Love it. Through the years, this comb has treated me well. That goes without saying though. It’s hog’s hair. Of course it’s good.

After getting dressed, I took my truck to the shop. A gasket of some sort needed to be replaced. I’m a modern man so I am utterly incapable of making that repair. It’s covered under warranty, so we don’t need to start a GoFundMe for my truck repairs just yet. I’ll keep you posted if the need for that arises. Thank you in advance for your kind donations.

After returning in the loaner vehicle, I took my daughter to school and said hello to all of the workers there. The teachers offered me some of the children’s french toast sticks, but I am on a diet again and decided that I would pass on the french toast sticks. I like french toast sticks so this was a big win for us in regards to my diet.

I returned home and texted a friend about the show Luther. I just started watching it a few days ago and it’s a masterpiece. It reminds me of Dexter in a way. You see, there’s one main killer throughout the entire season but each episode also has a story of a completely different killer. Often times, the stories intersect which is beautiful to see. Luther is starred by Charles Miner from the Office. In this show, he hides his American accent and does an English accent so flawlessly that an untrained ear wouldn’t even know that he used to run a steel business in California (Saticoy Steel). He’s a talented actor.

After I told my friend that I hoped he had a good day at work, I began cooking venison chopped steaks and eggs. It was a delightful breakfast. There’s nothing like meat harvested off the land to satisfy those primal urges. My favorite primal urges are eating meat and jerking off. Check and check.

That’s been my day so far. Who knows what else a return to the blogging factory will bring us. I’m supposed to record a new episode of Podfathers soon. It’ll be good to catch up with Large and Clem over a nice glass of delicious milk.

Happy New Year’s, everyone.