"Time dances on, never missing a beat."

How are we already in the month of July? 
We’re basically at the end of June. 

Where is time flying to?! 
School starts August 7th here. 
That'll be here before you know it. 
Then we'll be back in those nasty, dark cold months. 

Good grief. 

As a kid, summer lasted forever. 
Now it's gone in a blink of the eye. 

Don't you dare tell me we just started summer. 
Summer is very brief in these parts. 

Well, let's see.

Badger has weekly therapy, usually every Monday.
She came home with me a coffee from Dunkin, that was a nice surprise, and very welcome.

While they were gone, I sat outside, in my swing with a book.
The wind was super high. 
I was a little afraid of a branch knocking me in the head, but it was still quite pleasant out there.

They came home and handed me my coffee, so I went inside and curled up with my book and my coffee.
I didn't want a leaf or a bug to fly in it if I had stayed outside.

When I came back out of my bedroom, I was alone.

I'm just going to put this out here. 
You'll notice I'm in my bedroom more than out of my bedroom.
As a child, it was safer for me to stay in my bedroom, and out of the way.
Old habits are hard to break, my bedroom is my sanctuary.
Cowboy kind of takes offense at it but I mean you don't pry a snail from its shell.
That's kind of how it is with me.

Anyway, I went looking and Badger was still trying to figure out how to carve her sign.
It's just not working out as she wanted.

I assume Cowboy was in the chicken pen.
I didn't see him, but he wasn't inside.
He didn't pop back up until 2 p.m.
Mondays aren't so bad on him. 
He's had all weekend to rest.

I settled down at the computer for a bit, Badger came inside, started cooking dinner.

We’ve always eaten what some people call lunch but we call dinner at 2 p.m. 
Cowboy’s shift has changed and he now goes to work at 6:30 p.m. 
We tried eating at 6 p.m., but that didn’t work for me and Badger.
 If we did that, our evening meal, which we call supper, would end up around 9 p.m., which is just too late for us.
Now, when Cowboy works, he usually eats his evening meal somewhere between 9 p.m. and 11 p.m. 
With us eating at 2 p.m., it gives him about four hours before work. 
If he gets hungry before going in, he can grab a light snack.
 It also means he can nap straight through without his sleep being interrupted just to eat.

We ate dinner, Badger and I watched TV while Cowboy curled up for a nap.

At 4 p.m., me and Badger headed outside, me to read in the swing, her to work on the sign a little more.
We'd been outside about an hour when the skies opened up and the rain came down.
I quickly moved to the she-shed, but Badger said she'd just work on the sign later.
We came inside to watch TV.

Cowboy headed to work at his usual time, or the new usual time.
Badger and I finished up our show.
She headed to her room, and I went to play on the computer a while.

Around 9 p.m., we decided to stretch our legs a little, get some fresh air.
We walked down to the wooded field, and Badger got a few pictures.
Then it was back to the house. 
We finished up the evening watching TV.

Cowboy started calling me in the evenings when we started dating in 1989. 
We had a long-distance relationship.
If I could have driven, it wouldn't have been so long-distance, but again I've never learned how to drive.

Then he switched to night shift after we got married. 
I want to say it was 1991 because I was pregnant with Peacock and had so many doctor appointments.
So he started calling me on his lunch break.

Thirty-seven years of phone calls, and they move him to the new shift.

Now there's nights I don't get a call. 
There's nights he calls at close to 11 p.m. like tonight.

I think it was midnight one night.

It's an old habit I've grown used to over the years.
It's rather like missing a hand or something when I don't get that call.

I'm heading to bed. 
I think Badger has fallen asleep on the couch again.

Maybe it's genetics.

My mom refused to sleep in a bed. 
She slept on the couch from, oh shoot, I don't know when the woman gave up beds.

My granny died in 1988, so sometime after that.

My granny slept upright in a recliner for a good five years.

Of course she was on oxygen and smothered lying down.

My two great aunts always slept on couches, never beds.

Genetics I'm telling you.