I was supposed to have a weekend. Best laid plains and all that; I worked yesterday afternoon/night at a wedding in Hycroft and I got a call to work The Other job today. I can't say no to work, because I need the money, so instead I feel sorry for myself. Doesn't help that I woke up sore from carrying full cambros up and down winding back staircases last night.
I went back to my childhood for breakfast this morning; toast, natural peanut butter and applesauce, sprinkled with cinnamon.