Fuk it. It's my 50th birthday. I called in sick with an eye infection. Just can't see going to work today. Morning, muchachos.
Happy Birthday, raz. Any special plans beyond playing hooky?
Not really. Spent the long weekend with the clan at my brother's getaway in eastern Washington, so did a lot of celebrating there and my nieces decorated the joint in my honor. The warden posted birthday notes all over the house this morning, which was nice. And she bought me a killer machinist's toolbox that I've been coveting for a while. Other than that? Think I'll take a ride on the Harley if the rain will hold off for a while. Smoke a couple cigars. Goof off.