The boys surprised me with a birthday cake last night.
My absolute favorite in the world.
First time that the otherwise sucky calendar position of my birthday comes in very handy.
The cake was made by my bro’s mom and brought in before Christmas.
Cold temperatures, heavy fat content and dry biscuits.
When it is stored.
Eating it lasts 1 minute.
The mood was still dull after that shocker of a new years ‘party’.
Our hope is on the Thursday transports.
Counting the hours.
Back to work today.
After three months handicapped.
No machine work for me anymore.
Shuffling and counting produced parts from one container to the other.
“I won’t do this stupid shit for long you know.”
“Then they’ll lock you up in the hole."