Now it’s November, and I’m just a goof in a bear suit.
But it’s a comfy bear suit, and it’s a warm bear suit, and I only have a little over three hours left of work.
It’s a Flying Bear! I have one of those at home, named Flying Bear, because Cory named it when he was two years old. Momo has chewed up the wings, but it’s still my favorite teddy bear (and has been for the past 16 years).
I was looking for a more fitting bear gif, but I got pleasantly surprised by Flying Bear!
Anyway, maybe now I can erase the spiders that the other dispatchers drew on our whiteboard. Not cute. I’ll draw a slice of pumpkin pie or something.
Should I shower when I get home? I’ve been sweating. But I need sleep. Going to bed early would put me at an advantage. But I could sleep late…if I can. Sleep gambling is hard.