Watching Sunday Morning and drinking coffee. I have a client to do at 11 and it’s close to home. I call them “The Stoners” ~ He needs it. He is a VA and has parkensons and in order for him to move he gets stoned which makes life for him 1,000 times easier. He can move. It’s a beautiful thing. We have an important vote coming up and it’s to make pot legal. I hope it passes for the sake of my peeps. It makes life easier. You can move, stop the tremors, stop throwing up, sleep good and eat better go for it. No one has ever robbed a bank while just stoned on pot. No one has ever sold there kid over pot. It’s just a weed ~ litterally. Get over it people. One asshat on the news said “drug dealers are pushing pot on high school students”....really? Hanging out in trench coats around corners of schools I don’t think so. Fear can stop so many things. Good things.
A family of squirrels are running in my oak tree. There litter mates. One bite the other right on face and ran off. Of course a chase ensued. This case only lasts a couple of hours then have the rest of the day off. Good. I need it. Long shifts are nice but there draining. I need to chill out and watch football.
The Bucs lost. Again. The peeps let me go early again thankyouverymuch. I tried to take a nap Casie barked in my face in a sharp and adrupted way only to be let out once again into the heat and that woke me up to crankiness. Stretching didn’t even help. ><
Sometime this week I want to eat a really good meal. Something I haven’t had in a long time. Besides a salad I mean. Nice asparagus, shrimp, angel hair pasta with cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, garlic and fresh spinache mayby. O! A splash of white wine and a glass for me too :)
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