It's a great day, gorgeous, warm, 25 degrees.
I finish a short story that I start a day, or so ago.
I take the dogs for a walk for an hour, then I get my arse off to the gym.
All before lunch, pretty good going even if I do say so myself.
Sam is in back to back meetings all morning. They sound as boring as fuck. I stand off to the side out of sight and text him.
"Why don't you tell them to go and fuck themselves with a big long stick."
Sam reaches for his keyboard nonchalantly, as whoever is talking yaps on. "Oh, kill me now," Sam replies.
And I now have the afternoon to piss away as I feel like.
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