On the second weekend

After takin’ care of bidness

Last weekend dear reader, I was sore.

No, not hurt feelings.

Just sore. Physically sore from working.

Hours on the road and a lot of moderate lifting.

We’ve unloaded thousands of pounds of crap per day including endless bags of dogfood, several weight sets and exactly seven ATV tires (so far).

I’m keeping active, exploring the woods and getting paid a bit of money to lift heavy shit.

Some people?

Some people pay a lot of money to leave their houses, get changed in front of strangers then go lift heavy shit.

Me?

I get paid to do this shit.

Who’s winning eh?

But last weekend was about recovery.

This weekend?

Who knows!

It’s been years since I’ve experienced these ‘weekend’ things - like that nine to five normal person life thing?

I’ve always been hustling for more or working on something.

Right meow?

I’ve been working for the weekend.

And ya know what?

It feels like an event!

So?

If you are inclined to imbibe, raise you glass:

TO WEEKENDS!

Whodathunk they could be so great.