The name of May comes from Old English for, “the month of three milkings.” I may have gotten my first milking today. It wasn’t busy, it wasn’t slow; I was bored. Bored out of my skull, which I wore on my sleeve. Err… the front of my $2. teeshirt.
The Celtics were able to win and advance in the Playoffs. Despite the hype, the Saturday night Game 7 seemed anti-climactic. We were up by 14 at the half, and trailed not once in the fourth quarter.
The best part about the game, and the night, was watching the last few minutes on the kitchen’s flat screen TV. I was nearly alone in the front dining room with a pork chop and a ginger beer. I was chilling.
At the end of the shift, my friend and coworker B Rock rubbed the bad out of me.
Snorkstar spaceship cruising through a sunny day as a skull. Not a gull, a skull. I hope that the rest of your weekend is good. Skulling on the coast of the Northeast, exploring those rivers that you see fit.