I’m done with all of the shit. It’s just easier to worry about what I’m doing.
Like bidding this damn job for the State. I really don’t want to do another culvert job, but they pay well enough to keep all of my guys busy.
Tearing up roads can be fun, if it wasn’t for having to deal with thepublic.
I miss the days of private contracts where I can just do what needs to be done and not talk to anyone.
Some days I’m sure I was born in the wrong century. If I could have my choice, I’d be one of those old trappers who lived in a cabin by themselves for eleven months at a time.
Damn it, I already smell like one. And my beard is getting scraggly enough I probably look the part as well.
Is that a gray hair on my jaw? Another at my temple?
I’m only thirty-five. Too young for this crap.
Now I’m tempted to shave it all off.
Okay, not quite. But I do trim everything short enough I can only see them up close.
My whiskers gather in the sink, peppering the white porcelain with the dark cuttings.
Paige used to lose her mind when I did this.
Which was always amusing since she never cleaned the bathroom, I did.
I think after a while she was just picking fights to find any excuse to stay out.
After a drink and a shower, I crawl into bed.
Tomorrow I have to finish that project bid, then hope something comes up to carry my company over until it starts later this summer.
The next few months are gonna suck.
I’ll have lots of time for reading. Luckily Val suggested the local book club. I’m not a social person, but it’s nice to have a place to get some suggestions on what to read next.
Except most of the members are into romance, not my favorite by far.
But one of them mentioned that the one girl, RacingQueen, had a bad family matter over Christmas.
Maybe that’s why I offered up a suggestion?
I didn’t anticipate she’d dare me to read one of hers though.
Whatever will kill time I suppose. I still have two weeks before early warm-ups start in Pendleton.
It’ll be a welcome change to get back in the saddle and just work my shoulder loose roping calves.
Brent said he’d haul our horses this time, I just have to meet him there.
Without all of Paige’s bullshit, I might even make it back to the championship in Vegas this fall for another purse.
I sure as shit could use it.
Corruption in it's finest
Sophia
I’m not sure ifI want to broadcast in the main chat that I’ve been sucked into an old spy series.
