The Bloody Doors Off

Woke up before 5:30am to the sound of a cat puking up a hairball.

This is a metaphor for my day.

I’m in the dentist chair this morning.

And probably seeing a contract terminated this afternoon.

I’m just glad last night’s Sing For Your Supper went so well.

I think Marlo and I are starting to hit a groove with hosting/producing.

Things can be improved.

Things can always be improved.

But it was far less awkward than when we started back in May.

It’s good to enjoy the little victories.

To be honest, I wish they were pulling teeth today.

Waiting until August is gonna weigh on me.

We’re planning to spend a week at a cottage in August.

Just after.

It seems so far away.

You remember how you couldn’t wait until Christmas morning?

The anticipation of what you’ll find under the tree?

How you couldn’t sleep the night before, even though if you didn’t, “Santa won’t stop at the house”?

“All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth…”

Well, that’s not gonna happen.

Looks like I’ve got coal in my stocking this morning.