It’s a Friday πŸŒ„

Lots of wildfire smoke haze this morning, the hills looked brown and hazy, the sun a reddish ball as I rode in through the Normans Kill Valley. Not a bad ride downtown, the rail trail was actually a bit congested though I didn’t get on the road until a little after 7:30 AM when I try to leave most days by 7:15 AM to be in the office by eight AM.

Some ways I find it hard to believe it’s already Friday. 🐰 Where does the time go so quickly? Sometimes it burns faster then roaring hot bonfire like rednecks like me like to build. πŸ”₯ Maybe with slightly less black smoke, but it’s still definitely smokey out there with a wildfire smoke, though not the acrid smoke we had early last summer. β›” No camping this weekend as it looks like a wet one, especially Saturday night into Sunday. Maybe more clouds then anything else, who knows, it depends on the weather man you ask. ☁ Next weekend looks nice, and I might take off Friday to be totally off the grid for one last time through November. πŸ“œ I need some time to stop dreaming of new lists to cram on the system.

Yesterday, I stayed over at my parents house to let out the dog 🐢 while they’re out of town for the night. Slept over in my truck, it was a warm and humid night, but my eyes were bothering me πŸ‘€ so I decided to retire to bed πŸ›Œ in my truck early on and then got up early, let the dog out, played frisbee with him for a while πŸ₯ before heading back to Delmar half awake. β˜• Things got better after I had some coffee and woke up a bit, 😴 as I was half awake driving home. Better though then that obviously very drunk driver I followed out to my parents house last night — actually he kept on 443 after I turned onto Clarksville South Road. πŸš— When I was younger I might have driven home once or twice after a drink or two, but this guy or gal was obviously very hammered crossing both the yellow and white lines multiple times, and not by a little bit. 🍺 Hopefully he or she got to their destination safely. One of the nice things about living in the city, is you can always take a bus home after a few too many, though I don’t drink like that anymore since I’m in my forties.

I have to say while the week went by quickly, 😴 I am exhausted. I look forward to the end of the day, riding home, having dinner. 🏞 I might go down to the park for a while and read, or maybe I’ll just collapse into bed. πŸ›Œ I’ve just been so busy, and when I’ve had downtime it’s not been as free as in recent past.