its 7am no one is up yet. very strange. Dad must have slept in. speak of my master there he is, just in time to let me out in -20 C temp to have my morning ritual dump. You stand there by the sliding door & smile as I sprint out. Shit. Sprint in again. You trying shitting in an outhouse in minus double digits.
Dad now asks me if I want my breakfast? WTFudge, I just took a shit in -20C. Do you think I feel like eating right now? He scoops my breakfast anyway. I'll eat it later when Mom gets up.
He pours his coffee. Takes a sip, while I'm still thawing out from cranking out #2 in Antarctic conditions. Now we're back up stairs in front of the computer while he checks my FB page. I settled back down in my bed. He covers me up again. I watch for morning walkers. Less than a week and I get to see Justine again. Taht's going to be fun. :) B-Man signing off.
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