working too much

new microscope occupying every last second at work, brother's got work and had surgery and needed someone to move all the heavy shit, the storm dropped a giant pile of firewood. And...

i'm tired...  all for what?

So i'm home alone while my wife and daughters are frolicing in Ft L FL for a week with the rest of that side of the family. And next week would be perfect for mental health day, except new microscope.

maybe i can find time to write.

in the mean time here's a conversation i just had with myself. Gonna paste it here and then race over to the farm to button up the chickens for the night. And it looks like i'll probably be picking up beer for dinner because, well, i'm tired, don't feel like cooking and there's nothing really to eat in the fridge except for beer cheese and eggs. not a bad combo but one that takes more effort to make something out of than I have the forces to deal with.

as the pre-amble to my talking to myself that's TMI

so anyway the conversation with myself just now:

"Hey what's for dinner?"
"What do you feel like making?"
"No inspiration, no clue."
"So what's for dinner?"
"Maybe I'll figure it out after getting back from closing up the chickens in the coop."
"But that will be late."
"okay well lets do a train low and lower night."
"those aren't fun but i'm too tired to do any intensity tonight or tomorrow anyway"
"sounds good, f'it. who needs dinner."
"are you going to get beer?"
"why?"
"We're out of beer."
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
"so?"
"yeah I'll get beer on the way home."
"Liquid sandwiches."
"Perfect."
"what you making for dinner?"
"nothing, i'm picking up some gansett tall boys and that'll be dinner."
"that's not dinner, that's terrible, you're a horrible failure."
"Shut up."
"nice reply"
"I'll make a big breakfast scramble before work tomorrow."
"fine, guess that'll have to work."
"unless you feel like making dinner."
"we've been over that."