T.G.I.F.

Awoke at 3 a.m. last two days.

That’s not good, as it generally signifies a disturbance in the force. Something unsettling going on within the family unit.

I don’t feel like it’s anything serious, just something unwise that’s going to cause me more worry than the worry family already causes.

I never did figure out why the song "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead" played over and over in my head a few months ago, and still occasionally does. I’ve had to deal with so many witches in the past that it’s hard to decipher which one, but I did research those that traumatized me and found nothing. Not on Facebook, not LinkedIn, nor the obits, so I’m assuming not everyone maintains a social media presence or gets a death notice published.

I know I never could find an obit for Jim.

As I was suiting up for this morning’s workout, I thought I heard the sound of paving trucks here to complete the job. (The sound you heard in that last video was not the pavers, they didn’t show up that day. It was the trash truck rolling through).

Alas, I was wrong because, heading out, I could see half of the front entrance and the opposite side of the building still undone and no crew in sight.

Oh well, that side of the complex doesn’t involve me, so I’m just happy the inconveniences to my side are over with.

At least I think they are because, when I showed Trainer the video I’d posted yesterday, he said not only was the paving a lousy job but part of the problem with the cracking — which btw, looks even worse today, was that no sealant was applied.

He doesn’t think the crew plans on coming back at a later date (but who can be sure), to do that sealing because sealant precedes striping and striping has been done. It quickly followed paving that day when the crew was hauling arse to try to make up for lost time.

So there’s that.

Today was Bingo Friday, so I hurried to switch out of workout clothes, hurried down to the Community Room to claim my preferred seat before Hell on Wheels got there first.

I beat her again.

It’s been a long dry spell for me insofar as a bingo win. I can’t even remember the last time I had a win. I’m usually one number short before someone else yells Bingo!, but it was a lively group of residents and I always have fun.

Red Light’s son donated roses to the group for Mother’s Day. We each received one red, one yellow.

The rose I received from the insurance agent on Tuesday is holding up well, so I added these to that same vase.

It's beginning to look a lot like Mother's Dayish up in here.

Hopefully, I get to sleep straight through tonight. If not, at least it’s the weekend, I have no place I must go, nothing I must do, so I can rest and try to catch up on sleep.