Waking late was a heck of a way to start the day, especially when I’m one of the patrons near opening the physical therapy clinic. My not paying attention to this morning’s clock’s shyness I had to heave to my carcass in somewhat a bit of a hurry. I was on the road so quickly had even finished dressing when I entered the clinic door.
A-side from all I needed to do. When lunch was delivered, therein my lunchbox was a small vessel of some unidentified smelly substance. Frieda suggested we trade. Yuk! Telling her, “I didn't trust it and she should pass. Regardless when I turned away for an interesting scene on the telly, Frieda had eaten it. When out of a passing bit of interest in it's questionable substance to me, I asked her, "What was it?" She oddly looked at me this way and that, speaking, "Why it was...uh...err...I don't know what it was?" I find there's nothing as sound or reassuring as a definitive answer to any smelly sitsheation.
Had another one of them grinding days. That finished I took care the Ladies. Grabbed a bunch of bucketed leftovers from the ramp’s construction and loaded them on Ugly for the shop. Put boo-co bunches of stuff away at shop, I gave Bro’ a hand with his efforts fix a mangled hay ring. Was such a pretty day in the mid to upper fifty’s I didn’t come in until 6:00 PM. It sure was one fast day. BGKC.