There is no part of this day that should include the word “work”.
I am off to go sleep under my desk.
And set my phone status to “out of office”.
Crossing my fingers that nobody notices.
July 4th, you were good to me.
Except the bottle of wine I found necessary to bring on the boat.
In 102+ temperatures.
You my friend, were not so good to me.
Happy sleeping working.