Gotta Lull

I'm not talking about the slang that I hear with the kids nowadays, the one where instead of laughing they say lulz or lolz to indicate that they are laughing out loud. You know what is less stupid than that? Laughing out loud. Reality is quickly slipping away from our society. But I don't want to get into a wild old man rant, well not off the top at least. Besides I'm blaring Our House on the speakers so I can't really be negative if I wanted to with this energy. It really brightens the mood. There is a good chance that I'm going to get Me Too by Meghan Trainor because of my kids, they rock it all the time and I recently caught wind of it on a commercial and it made me want to hear the whole song, but alas, I'm out of the free music game. I'm not sure when that happened. I'm pretty much fully legit when it comes to entertainment which is a pretty big left turn from where I used to live. Anyways, that's a story for another time. Today I'm going to bring you up to speed with my last of four days off. Fittingly, it was the fourth day of the month, the month of course being July in case you missed above. That means our neighbours to the south have been super quiet as they enjoy their independence. I did get some work emails to swat away from my Canadian colleagues. So yeah, last day off, I frigged around and tried to kill time until the portrait studio opened. Once it was close enough I got a shower in and then went to town on my hair. I was desperately trying to have it tight but with none of the curls protruding from the back. It was all easy until you add a shirt with a collar to the mix. In the end it took several comb throws, a tantrum with the brush and a significant amount of poorly placed hair gel, the spike kind, not the appropriate kind for what I was doing. So with my hair full shellacked down, I made my way to the studio, working hard not to move my neck lest the collar undo my hard work. I arrived and my photo was snapped quick, then I sat for 30 minutes waiting for Susan Q Housewife to select the 24 portraits and sizes she wanted from the seemingly infinite amount of choice. The photo shoot was of her and her son. I hope I'm not the only one that thinks that's sorta weird. To boot she was excited about putting a photo key chain on the kid's backpack. I'm worried for that kid, maybe the anti-bullying movement will have it under control by the time that kids gets in school, otherwise I'm scared he's going to get beat up. Anyways, I paid my twenty bones and rolled out to the next one. I hit up a leisure store next and locked in my three year sport fishing license. Now I just need to drop off my passport scavenger hunt stuff at the federal office and they'll process it so I'll be covered for the next decade. Which also means that this train wreck of a hairdo is going to live on for a decade! I'm a visionary. But the lull bit of the title refers to the relative downtime in the middle of the day. I dropped out another two hours of Red Dead and did laundry, hardly back breaking stuff. But my back is a little stiff now. Weird. So I had to have my midday lull, can't be busy all the time. I made a delicious dinner too, despite all the negative feedback around the appearance. It's all cleaned up and stacked away. All in all it was a delightful day off for the Tugboat.