mine is the magic, mine is the power

how was my weekend?

well, it was a 3-day party to start with. with a handful of snow on the ground Friday, i called in. fuck them and the 18 pallets and the fuckery going on. i wash my hands of it and let it go for the time.

it was a weekend of cleaning with one hick-up. Babies came over and it was 5 hours of them being them and wonderful. they are such their own persons. they are the best.

but let’s go back the idea of a weekend.

my current work schedule is of work 3 days, off, work 2 days, off. one day off is spent with Mom doing that household stuff: cooking, cleaning, shopping. the other day i try to spend on my own work: cleaning the basement, doing laundry, cooking my lunches. if i’m lucky, i might bet a few hours to myself.

and maybe i’ll get a few hours on my other day off.

i reckon if i had 2-day weekends that i would spend one day getting shit done and the other with being at rest.

and i know that if i was “good” i would do some work when i get home and not waste time with video games that don’t being me joy.

man, i need to rethink that over.

i have a plan. i want to do it and i want it to work.

time change, the season change, the moon will be full soon.

now is the time, now is the hour.