So all of the hotels in the area were booked last night when I called them. I again ended up on my cot in the conference room here at work for the night. I slept alright, sort of. I've had better sleeps. I'm now so used to having Bosco cuddled up beside me in the bed that I really missed it last night.
Today has been the day from hell. My boss picked me to supervise in Shipping this afternoon and evening. I haven't worked in that department in years. It's been rough. I was basically on my feet and running from 1:30 p.m. until 11:30 tonight. I'm exhausted. It's 1:00 a.m. and I'm still here. I have to work until 2:00. I'll get home a little after 3:00 and I have to be back in here at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow for another twelve hours. Maybe this is payback for taking Monday off. I need the weekend.
I have no plans for the weekend except for a poetry group meeting on Sunday night. I plan on sleeping in very late on Saturday morning. I'll pay my bills and hit the grocery store and gym in there somewhere.
Billy should have gotten to Miami safely this morning. I haven't even had a chance to call him to make sure. He'll probably be there working for another two or three week stint this time.
Everyone have a great Friday.