I let the cats go outside early this morning, as I've been doing most mornings lately. They chomp at the bit until I open the door and they all run outside to eat grass or wander about. I looked out a while later to check on everyone and here is Mimi sitting on top of a pile of bricks, a pile of bricks that have been in that spot for months and months now, but this is the first time I've seen her realize she could sit on them.
Like most projects Keith starts, the pathway from the back door to the patio is still not finished, that is why bricks are piled up in the back yard.
We got our dinners very quickly despite the crowds, Keith had meat loaf but it was a little too spicy for him, and I had southern enchiladas, always delicious. The menu has things on it that I would never eat, like neck bones. I also don't get the chicken and waffles thing, but apparently everyone else does because it's a very popular choice. To me waffles belong with eggs and chicken belongs with mashed potatoes, but that's just me and if I'd grown up in the South I'd probably be eating my chicken with waffles, too.
After we got home, Keith went back to bed figuring he'd get a call about 10pm or so, but when I got up this morning he was still home. He had woken up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep anymore, and then he got called for a 9am drive in the van to catch a train on its way from Needles. He wasn't too thrilled about riding in a van through the hot desert to relieve a crew and probably only get as far as Barstow before he and his engineer would also need relieving. They can only work 12 hours and then they are done and the train sits wherever until a fresh crew arrives.
So, he will be home in the next day or two and then the cycle of rest and sleep and try to get a few things done will start again. He does get paid very well for all the inconvenience of weird hours, though!