It is a
good fucking amazing day.
Short work shift.
Sold some of my niftygifties (insert Office reference) to an amazing lady.
I have an enormous stack of library books.
To bring outside.
To soak up this amazing sunshine.
Oh, also. Today our 55 year old night manager borrowed me his soundtrack of Pitch Perfect………yes.
I could cry at the smell of rain.
Or the sound of crickets.
….what would we do if we had actual problems?