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I actually slept until 8 a.m., Barky wasn't barking.
Even an extra hour makes a difference in how one feels.
Barky didn't pop out until after 3 p.m., I don't know if Van Gogh had taken him somewhere or what.
It's entirely possible one of the other neighbors fussed at him for letting that dog start barking at the crack of dawn.
We have quite a few night shift workers around.

We went to a few yard sales.
 It was a bust for me, but Cowboy found a few tools, and he and Badger found a couple case knives.

That was the biggest excitement of the day.

It was another nap, play on the computer, and watch TV kind of day.

Cowboy and I took a nap. 
I got an hour extra sleep—but still dozed off watching my Hawaii "find me a house" show.

Cowboy, of course, works.

Oh, Heron got home super early.
I forgot to ask him why.
It's Friday, which is usually a double shift day.
He ran in the door, wolfed down a cold Whopper from yesterday, and sprinted for the shower, yelling something about getting pizza dust off of him.
Then he hustled out the door, heading down to his RV, muttering something about loving his bed.
Look, when it comes to my children—I generally play blind, deaf, and dumb.

It was 2 a.m. before he got home today, and then he was up and gone to work at 8:40 a.m., so I guess his bed may have been calling.

We haven’t seen him since, though he did text that he’d be up soon—but it’s well after 10 p.m., so that’s looking doubtful.

Raven's new job starts tomorrow; he's at the other parent's house tonight.
I'm starting to wonder if she even really and truly has a house to move into.
If not—Raven's just messed up big time.

Adult children just have to make their own mistakes—we parents can't live their lives for them. 
We can offer advice, but ninety-nine percent of the time, it's ignored.

Raven should be cautious. 
The history with the other parent is complicated—there was betrayal, a new partner, and Raven was asked to leave. 
So when she says she has a house he can move his RV into, I’d take that with a grain of salt. 
Her word hasn’t exactly held up in the past. 
I’ll be the first to apologize if the house does materialize—but based on what I’ve seen over the years of her being in the family, I’m not as trusting as Raven.

If Badger will ever vacate my bathroom, I want to go to bed.
Nap or no nap, I'm falling asleep on the keyboard.

No plans for the weekend.
As it stands now, Cowboy is working day shift on Sunday—and Monday is still up in the air.
We wanted to go to the bookstore, but we'll let him rest Saturday.
That means Badger and I are stuck at home.