Don't leave the plantation.

Today I'm out running errands, and having a nice day to myself.
The work cell rings. "We need 804" the voice on the other end
says. "What time?" I ask. "Six fifteen"- so blast home, put on
some jeans (had shorts on) shoes ( had sandals on)- grab the ID
and keys.......out the door.

Now, it's 2125, and I'm just leaving work. I may start calling it
"The plantation" rather than just the pit. Something is going to
need to change. For the last two weeks I've been fighting a cold.
Unless I get a couple of days- it's not gonna get better.

One day they're gonna call me and I'll either be dead, or too far
away to fix their lack of forethought.

OH! There is a groundhog living in the front yard. The little bugger
has eaten all the leaves off of my pepper plants, and has started eating
the flowers in the yard. One of us needs to go. Can you guess who it's
gonna be?

Okay- off I go to home. Laundry awaits!