A fair paced day

…………………..I never said I was a saint

Nina worked today and my mother in law arrived at 6:45am at the house for the hand off of H2. Joe woke only at 2am and I returned to the spare bedroom to pilfer sleep from Morpheus’ vault.  Deep breathe expelled and the cogs, pinions and tumblers were undermined and sleep was mine!

I woke at 6:14am to the sound of Nina stirring in the hallway and I sat upright only to have her turn and ask me "When did he wake last?"

"Two a.m."

"Good" She responds in a whisper as she shimmies off in her nightgown, her shapely rump coaxing me "awake" and only my good senses held me there as she began to shower up.

Not that she’d respond to any of my advances immediately before work.

Or after work.

Or on a day off.

No, that would be giving up power.

Anyhow enough of my vinegar rant.

The day was slow at first, it was 9am and I hadn’t seen my boss yet nor at 10am so I called him and he said he’d be off the entire day doing "personal stuff". That’s his business and all but dammnit just let me know you’re going to be away the whole day so I could pace myself accordingly instead of being so militant about productivity. Granted I go a little stir crazy with a stagnant situation I do know how to milk the clock when needed.

There wasn’t a great deal of work to worry over until the afternoon when the architect’s email came across the lines and I had to refigure a room for a new stone and provide a slab processing sketch which dictated grain orientation in the material and such. I’m good at this, to the point that my boss has finally given in to doing it the right way instead of his silly "add 50% waste" to the job figuring.

Afterwards I drove home, Nina was asleep and I come to find her car door unlocked, her pocketbook sitting on the front seat and our front door unlocked.

WTF???

If that was me I’d have heard about it.

Anyhow, afer reparking our cars so hers was ready to head out we went to meet up with my in-laws and then to dinner with them. H2 was great and even did this thing where we say to him " How tall is Joe-Joe?" and he raises his hands above his head and we just say "This big!". I know it may seem retarded but man it is cute as hell when he does it.

I’m home now and Nina’s showering up, tomorrow’s agenda involves the gym, the bank and maybe some straightening up around the house.

That’s all from me.