Good Friday. That's the day my employer has deemed a holiday. Which means that all the management type people get a day off, but us poor slobs working nights and weekends get to work Easter without holiday pay.
It's back to work Friday. I'm starting a new cycle of six on, seven off. We'll see how the old broad holds up.
May I just say that I don't mind the wrinkle on my forehead. I don't mind the zit on my forehead. I do mind terribly the zit IN the wrinkle on my forehead. It just seems mockingly cruel.
This cold snap is probably my fault. I planted a patio tomato in my patio container. It just seems wrong that the day after my A/C guy came to do my pre-summer maintenance check, I had to turn on the heat. Wrong.
Random cat picture because I like it: