The 50 Plus Cafe, Pub, All-Nite Greasy Spoon and Dive Bar

Good morning denizens of the diner. I am not a member of 3 am club today. The old dog slept in to 430.

I’m on cup 2 of coffee. The local roaster calls this batch of beans ā€œBad Ass Womenā€. It’s got a kick for sure. šŸ˜‚

A sloppy wet snow is falling messing with roads. The forecast is for rain to start soon. I expect the roads to improve as temperatures improve. I pick up grandchildren later so I expect the drive to be OK.
 
I’m right there w you, K.

I need an attitude adjustment for work. Yesterday sucked balls. And my attitude is not any better today.

You know, I have a "plan" for how much longer with work in general and maybe working here, and more and more comes the idea of simply saying, "fuck it" and wandering off and doing anything else.


Maybe pimping . . . .
 
Up. Time for a refill. Chatted last night with the woman selling her dad's 1923 anvil. He died in 2022. Car hasn't been started since and I'm wondering what kind of project it has deteriorated into. Maybe not. And there's the Marmon coupe in RI, the Dodge roadster in PA, and everything is a contrivance to get Wat to drive north to retrieve a car in the winter. Meh . . . .
 
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