I am working the midday shift most of this week. I don't mind that; getting off at 6 or 7. Friday, I close. Working until 11 stinks, but I appreciate the hours. It looks like I am going to start putting in some time in a different department. I am not sad about that. My current job includes lots of heavy lifting. Lots. Coming home less sore and tired would not be a bad thing. I guesstimate I lifted about a ton and a half yesterday, for reference. Though I am often prone to exaggeration, that is not hyperbole. On the other hand, the physical nature of the job has brought on muscle definition I haven't seen since 1980-something. You know me, I am always look on the bright side kind of guy.
The wife picked me up after work yesterday and we had to make a quick stop at the grocery. When we got home I threw a couple of thin ribeye steaks on the grill, marinated for about 15 minutes in Dales Sauce.
Throw that guy on a bun and it was a quick easy delicious supper.
Otherwise, I have nothing, per usual.
Have a great whatever day this is.