Friday, December 28, 2007
He had to get up at 3:15 A.M. to go to his part-time job (which used to be his full-time job) this morning.
The distribution center where he now works full-time is very slow this time of year. I should know, since I used to work there.
So he showed up unexpectedly early this afternoon... normally he doesn't get off till 10 P.M.
He ate some chips with hamburger dip and laid back in his grandpa's recliner.
Knowing him as I do, I'm sure he'll wake up sometime around midnight and disappear. I may not see him again until Sunday evening.
He first moved in here in June, and I told him to be out by the end of July. Although he did a few things that irked me, I decided to let him stay longer. Now that he's so seldom here, I don't care if he stays forever. He isn't rocking my boat at all.
I mentioned to him the other day that he's been living here since June.
"Really? No kidding? I've been here that long?"
Yeah. Time flies when you're having fun, my boy, and when you're safe. Nobody's in your pocket. You're saving money.
Keep up the good work.