So, yesterday, after another hot and dirty day of apartment maintenance, I get back here and am assailed in the parking lot by Mrs. P to come to work in an hour. So I worked till 11 PM last night.
Today, I work five hours at the day job and come home. I change and head to Athens for a haircut and some new shoes. (Ladies, I got GREAT shoe deals today.) As soon as I pull in the parking lot at home, Mr. P is at my car door before I can get out. "Need you tomorrow, 10 to 10."
I am NOT complaining.