My phone rang at three thirty this morning and interrupted a fine sleep. It was work telling me a that there was an order and they were having difficulty making the delivery. Well, there's not too much I can do from my bed. Then at four fifteen my phone rang again. This time it was the company that was unsure about taking the shipment. I didn't even answer that call.

My work day was ok. I kept myself low, almost underground. That seems to be working for me this week. Although I have a new battle with a supervisor. This guy wants to cut half a million dollars of cost savings. I think this may be an easy battle to win.

My workout was pretty good. I feel angry at the gym since the theft. That's not a good thing but I'm able to channel that anger to a positive workout. That's a very good thing.

I got home and grilled up a mean chicken. It came out great. Sad to say the neighbors “the ugly fucklings” were out on their deck. They can certainly kill off or at diminish the grillin' vibe.

Tonight we were going to work on some south plains things. We will also watch last weeks episode of Swingtown and The Diary of A Call Girl.

Good night.