It's very quiet here at home. My lovely wife is off to her hair lady and since I don't watch much television I hear every little sound. So very soothing.
My doctor requested I take today off. When I mentioned this to Sweet Wife she reinforced his request. I did as ordered. Let me tell 'ya, prescription sleep medication works. The doctor, a nice younger man, gave me a bag full of sleep medication. Has little butterflies on the package. Nice stuff.
My head hit the pillow and the next thing I knew it was 0900. I felt true guilt. I bet when my shop next opens I'll never hear the end of it.
I recently bid and won a neat little Coleman Peak 1 backpack stove. It arrived yesterday. My lovely friend DFW had just dropped by for a visit. I unpacked the little booger as we chatted. The little one burner stove should come in very handy. My friend and I spoke of many things. Estate sales (she's a junky for them) books, and her big weakness, primitive kitchen and decorative items. She's a nice and lovely lady. Her husband owns a business just down the street from my shop. He's cool too, he's a gun freak like me.
As soon as Sweet Wife gets back from the hair butcher we'll head out for a little per-hurricane shopping. I need to restock batteries and a few other staples. Even though I have hundreds of gallons of water set aside in blue barrels I like to have a few cases of bottled water on hand. This next week should prove to be very interesting. I worry about all the trees we have around our home, and pray to the good Lord the trees remain in place and upright.
I shall also top off our vehicles gasoline tanks. There again, I have a barrel of gasoline stored and treated but why tap into it when it isn't necessary. I keep the stored gas on reserve for my generator. Which leads me to another chore...filling my five gallon fuel containers, a task made easier when rain isn't pouring down my collar.
Chicken fajitas are on the menu tonight.
If you can make it over for dinner give me a yell.