30 minutes from daylight at the Old Girl
It gets sorta like that after awhile. What chronological order in the universe I was trying to maintain just gets all tossed up like a pile of white coat hangers in my brain. It has been days since I crossed the cattle guard out into the real world. People have died and gotten married and the sun still comes up every morning. It is what it is. Thank goodness Miss K is not a whine baby.
I get questions …… “What is the job really like?” I guess the standard oil field
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