It's Monday Morning.

I love when you first start a blog again - because there are about eighteen billion entries the first week - several in a day sometimes... And then it dwindles down.
... and down.

...and down.

It's Monday Morning. Another week has arrived! I've eaten my granola and yogurt... (More than the suggested serving may I add - I guess this week will be a rebellious one). I tell you, searching for the perfect granola was more work that I expected. I wanted something low in fat, yet tasty! (and let's not forget high in fibre) ... I found it. It's the Our Compliments Original. Femmy gives it two thumbs up!

At 0830hrs, I'll arrive in Thorold. Thorold is a sketchy place. I've met several nice people from Thorold - yet I've never seen them in the actual City OF Thorold. They have all been wise and have escaped. The building I am in is located in the heart of sketchiness. The classiest thing around the area is the funeral home down the street - which is beautiful, nicely manicured and very clean looking. After that, your eyes search, hoping for something equally as nice in the area... Search ... Search. Search ... Oh! There! Right there... The next nicest thing in Thorold. It's a lovely couch from about 1976 that has been left outside our building for about 11 months. It's a lovely - wait... I don't even know the colour I try not to make eyecontact with it. Anyway, it's just awful. Imagine the filth. It's nicely located right next to the dumpster. Classy, I tell you. So I've joked about the couch numerous times. Even street people don't touch that couch and good for them! ... Then, on Wednesday last week - I pull in to the parking lot - look around me several times to ensure no one is around to mug me - and ... GASP! There are two, not one, TWO people SITTING on that couch. What makes it worse is that they are sitting with their coffee and their Ziploc bag full of handmade smokes at their side (not drugs, folks - smokes - if they had drugs it would be slightly more understandable)... You know, folks. I've seen a lot of things that would make the average person throw up through verbal description - and I am generally okay. THIS made me gag. Their hand would go down and touch said couch, and they would bring the same hand up to hold an object going close to their mouth... *shudder* ... Just Wretched. The only thing that made this event worth while for the sheer terror it gave me - was the reaction of Fund Girl (my counterpart at the contract job) to this news. She's known the couch longer than I have and her face was just ... Fricken' hilarious. *laugh*

I work until 1600ish... Then come home - finish the laundry I decided to leave to wrinkle in the dryer yesterday - clean the kitchen - AGAIN - because dinner didn't clean up itself for some reason. There goes that idea! ... Then after that, wait for Mr. Bob to call me to go back to the funeral home and go over some photos that I have done up for a slide show for one of his service groups. I want his nod of approval first. Then, perhaps a walk... Then, ideally, by 2100 at the latest - I will be fast asleep.

Work sweet, guys. I may return today during lunch if I have something new to say ;)