Monday

All good things must come to an end, for most of us that include those fun-filled things we refer to as weekends. It's time for all of us to get up and put our collective noses back onto the grindstone for another fun-filled week of doing what it is that we do. Chef Kiwi has prepared a breakfast of fried worm eggs. He keeps on insisting he is a much better cook than Gordon Ramsey's bird. 

This is going to be a short work week for my Brother-in-Law George. He is going into work for 1 hour today and then taking 9 hours of sick time (they are working 10-hour shifts) and he is officially done. He is retiring from the city after today, or should I say after an hour, and going fishing. Pam said they had some small get together for George at work last week, but he is officially retiring after today and that is only going to be 1 hour worked, Congratulations George, you put a plan together years ago to retire by 55 and you did it. 

For the rest of us brain-dead minions, it's back to the offices or doing what it is that we do. I've lost count as to how many days in a row I have worked, since Amy and Ralph's picnic, but I'm taking Sunday off for George's retirement picnic at Marilla.

Have yourselves a great day

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